Bruno barked and I called, and the foolish creature came to me, the little lamb staggering after her.

I wrapped the lamb in my coat, took it to the house, made a fire, and heated some milk.

Your Aunt Hattie heard me and got up.

She won't let me give brandy even to a dumb beast, so I put some ground ginger, which is just as good, in the milk, and forced it down the lamb's throat.

Then we wrapped an old blanket round him, and put him near the stove, and the next evening he was ready to go back to his mother.