He was trying to pour some milk from a pail into a pot on the stove, but the lamb butted him so violently and persistently that he kept spilling the milk.
"May I request you, honorable sir," he said to Mr. Devering, "to remove this quadruped for a season?"
Mr. Devering soon made Lammie-noo come back to the woodshed and closed the door on him.
Lammie immediately ran round to another door on the other side of the house.
Bingi smiled amiably and said, "Let him remain, I beg. His portion is about complete. He will then follow me. He is strangely fastidious about the warmness of it."
Two minutes later, the Jap ardently pursued by the lamb had carried a huge pan of milk outside.
Young Dallas' eyes grew big as he watched the hungry lamb sucking greedily at the milk and bobbing his funny tail with each mouthful.
When the young animal drew back at last with a satisfied air, some hens who had been waiting politely came forward, and leaning far over dipped their beaks in the pan to drink up Lammie-noo's leavings.
"Those hens," said Bingi amiably, "never forget their habitude of milk waiting and afterward drinking."
"Just like us, just like us," said Mr. Devering. "Don't we all run when the bugle or horn blows for meals—but we must go get ready for supper, nephew," and he took my young master away from me.