Mary's lamb was too young to eat grass, as old sheep do. He wanted milk, but he did not know how to drink from a bucket. He was just a baby sheep, you see. So Mary's mother found an old tin teapot and filled it with warm new milk. Then she tied a cloth over the spout, and Mary held it while the little lamb sucked up every drop of the milk. Three times a day they filled the teapot, and he drank it all, while Mary tilted it up for him. One day Mary and little Aunt Hannah went up Clover Hill to pick berries for their mothers to put in pies. They took their luncheon in the berry- pail, and each had a tin cup to pick into. Mary's lamb went too, and of course he would want his luncheon, so Mary carried the old teapot in a basket. When the pail and basket were full of berries, they started home. Along the roadside grew white flowers, and they made a wreath for the lamb's neck. Then Mary said "The sun shines so, he must be hot. He shall wear my bonnet." So they tied it snugly over his ears. Then they sat under a tree to finish their luncheon, and afterward Mary gave the lamb the rest of his milk. Two women came past, in a low carriage, and they laughed to see the little lamb drinking from the teapot. Mary did not notice that one woman held up a little black leather camera and pointed it at her. But next week a flat, square package came from the postoffice marked "For the Little Girl and Lamb who live near Clover Hill." Mary cut the string with her scissors, and unfolded the package—and what did she find inside it? A beautiful photograph of herself, feeding her lamb by the roadside!
How he went to school.
