Tommy and Bessie, Bert, and even little Caddie, think there is no treat like a visit to Covill Farm.
They all jumped for joy when, one bright afternoon in early summer, their papa said:—
“I am going out past the Covill Farm, and if any little folks want to go along they may stop there while I do my errands.”
How soon they were all ready! How busy all the little tongues were, talking over what they would see and do!
“There’ll be lots of little chickens now; and ducklings, too!”
“Yes; and we’ll see the dear little lambs, and the little calfeys!”
“And maybe we can go down to the boat-house, and have a row on the lake!”
But they never dreamed of the funny sight they really saw that afternoon. Papa set them all down at the gate, and drove on, promising to come back for them in an hour.
When he came back he tied his horse, and set out to find the little folks. But in a few moments they saw him, and came rushing across the yard, all talking at once:—
“O papa, come! come and see!”