In that case we tie them up in a separate stall till she recognizes it.

Do you see that sheep over there by the blueberry bushes--the one with the very pointed ears ?" "Yes, uncle," said Miss Laura.
"That lamb by her side is not her own.

Hers died and we took its fleece and wrapped it around a twin lamb that we took from another ewe, and gave to her.

She soon adopted it.

Now, come this way, and I'll show you our movable feeding troughs." He got up from the log, and Miss Laura followed him to the fence.