"Goody! Oh but I am glad it's dead!" "What on earth has turned you to a fiend ?" asked Laddie, beginning work on the sheep again.
"That ram!" I said.

"Ever since Leon made it cross so it would chase Polly Martin, it's got me oftener than her.

I can't go anywhere for it, and to-day it made me lose a big fish, and mother is waiting.

She thought maybe she could eat some." Then I roared; bet I sounded like Bashan's bull.
"Dear Lord!" said Laddie dropping the sheep and taking me in his wet arms.

"Tell me, Biddy! Tell me how it is." Then I forgot I was a Crusader, and told him all about it as well as I could for choking, and when I finished he bathed my hot face, and helped me from the roots.