"I won't let it die," said Kitty, with great earnestness. "Will you, Sally?"
"And if it lives, won't you let me feed it sometimes?" added Peggy, "and won't you let it be part mine?"
"Yes, it shall be part yours, and you shall help me to take care of it."
"And when it can walk, won't you let me take it out and teach it to run about the green?"
"I rather think it will be more likely to teach you to skip," returned her elder sister.
"I can run about already," said Kitty, and as she spoke, she gave several bounds across the floor to prove the truth of her assertion.
"What will you call it, Sally?" asked Peggy.
"I think we must call it Croppy, for you know how the little lambs crop the short grass. How glad I shall be if we can rear it. I never had a pet in my life, and a pet lamb, of all things in the world, is what I shall like the best."
"You always said I was your little pet," said Kitty, looking up in her sister's face with an expression of disappointment.