THE FARM-YARD.
IN WORDS OF FOUR LETTERS.
Boy. I do not love pigs.
Maid. A pig is not so nice as a fowl; yet we must feed the pigs. Pigs must eat as well as boys. Poor pigs want food.
Boy. Do they cry for food? I hear them cry.
Maid. They cry to me for food; in the way they can call, they call—“Pray feed me; pray feed me! do pray feed me now!”
Boy. What do you give them?
Maid. This pail full of milk. Will you not like to see them? They will be so glad!
Boy. How they jump! how they run to the gate! why do they run so?
Maid. They are glad to see me. They know me; I feed them when they want food; and you see they love me.
Boy. I like to see them so glad. I like to see a pig fed; but I love a lamb; may I not love a lamb more than I do a pig?
Maid. Yes; but you must be good to all.
Boy. My aunt has a tame lamb, I love to give him milk; once I saw a fawn, I do not mean in a park, but I saw a tame fawn; the old doe was dead, so we fed the fawn at home. We kept him a long time, but he bit off the buds.
Maid. Have you seen a goat?
Boy. Yes; he has not wool; he has hair.
Maid. Now you may go with me. We will go and see the cows.
Boy. Why is one duck by itself?
Maid. The duck sits; she has a nest just by. I must feed her: she will not go far from her nest. The rest can get food. You may give her some corn; we will get some for her. Come.
Boy. I like to feed the poor duck.