"
"Oh, Don," cried Joyce, "what shall we call him?"
"I think Bruno is a nice name," said Don.
"So do I; we'll call him Bruno," agreed Joyce.
"I wonder if he would let me pet him," said Don, gently touching the
calf on his small white nose.
The little fellow tossed his head and wobbled over to the other side of
his mother. The children laughed merrily; and they were so interested
in watching the little creature that Grandma had to leave them and go
back to her work.
The hours passed by very quickly and very happily--there were so many
new things to do! Of course Joyce had to write a long letter to Mother,
telling her about the sting of the bee, the new little calf, and many
other interesting things.
Late in the afternoon the children remembered about the cows, and they
thought they would pump the trough full of water ahead of time. It was
such fun that they kept on pumping until the trough overflowed, and the
ground around it was all muddy.
After supper, they let down the bars for the cows to come through. The
cows had just finished drinking, when Don slipped in the mud and fell
backward right into the trough. He kicked and splashed about, trying to
get out; and Joyce got a good drenching when she tried to help him.
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