The stranger was so calmly sure of himself that she concluded he must be some new kind of skunk--and her respect for all skunks was something tremendous.
"Having finished the milk and the carrot, Young Grumpy felt a pressing need of sleep.

Turning his back on the Boy and the dog as if they were not worth noticing, he ambled off along the garden fence, looking for a convenient hole.

The one-eyed gander, who had been watching him with disfavor from the distance, saw that he was now no longer under the protection of the white dog, and came stalking up from the other end of the yard to have it out with him--thief of eggs and murderer of goslings as the bird mistook him to be! But Young Grumpy, having found a cool-looking hole under the fence, had whisked into it and vanished.
"As matters stood now, Young Grumpy felt himself quite master of the situation.

His heartless mother was forgotten.

Farmyard, clover-field, and cool green garden were all his.