"Better let me have it," said the other.
"Well," said Mr. Cann, slowly, "perhaps they wouldn't miss it this afternoon and—" and the two walked away, out of hearing.
Cheery and The Chum stood looking at each other with big eyes. Could it be that Winkie Baby was to be taken away somewhere, where no one would pet him or love him? The tears were very near,—and then, suddenly, Cheery's face brightened. "Don't you worry, Chum!" she exclaimed. "Winkie Baby will be taken care of,—come on,—we'll forget we heard it. I can beat you to the horse-trough!" and away they romped, Winkie Baby galloping after them.
Just outside of the barn door they almost ran into Mr. Cann and a strange man. The two smiled as the children ran past them;—hbut when their eyes fell upon Winkie Baby dashing after them, in all the glory of striped tail, mismated ears and yellow jacket, they burst into a roar of laughter.
