oss.

But Prince was nowhere to be seen.

"Are you sure he came in here?" asked Farmer Ross.

"Not sure," said Farmer Hill, "but I think he did. Could he have gone
into the barn?"

They went to the stable door and looked.

There was Prince standing quietly in his stall, eating hay from the
rack.

"I told you he always remembered the way home," said Farmer Ross.

"I'll take him back and this time we'll be more careful with him," said
Farmer Hill.

So again he led Prince home and put him in the stall beside Daisy.

Every day he fed him plenty of hay and oats, gave him a good bed of
straw to lie on at night, and always treated him kindly.

John sometimes gave him a lump of sugar, but father always led him out
to water and held the halter very tightly.

After a few weeks Prince liked the new home so well that he never
wanted to go back to the old one again.

[Illustration: HOW ROVER GOT THE COWS OUT OF THE CORN]

III

Cloverfield Farm had a big Shepherd dog named Rover.

One day Rover lay under the apple tree in the back yard, taking his
afternoon nap. Just over the fence in the pasture Farmer Hill's cows
were grazing.

Suddenly Molly, the Big Red Cow, came near the stone wall on the
farther side of the pasture. She smelled the corn in Neighbor Newman's
cornfield beyond the stone wall.

Now if there is one thing that cows like better than anything else, it
is growing sweet corn. Molly looked at it longingly over the stone
wall. She smelled it in the breeze.

Not far away Molly saw a low place in the wall. Over this she jumped
into the cornfield. All the other cows saw her and followed--the White
Cow, the Black Cow, the two Speckled Cows, and the Little Red Cow.

They all began eating Neighbor Newman's corn.

Just then Mrs. Hill looked over that way and saw the cows in the
cornfield.

Farmer Hill had gone to town that day, so he could not get the cows out
of the corn. The hired man was down in the field by the woods, so he
could not get the cows out of the corn.

"Who will get the cows out of the corn?" thought Mrs. Hill.

Going to the back door, she spied Rover taking his afternoon nap.
"Rover, Rover," she called, "the cows are in the corn." But Rover only
opened one eye a very little bit and wagged his tail, a very weeny
mite, and went on with his nap.

Again she called, very loudly, "Rover, Rover, get the cows out of the
corn, quick! quick!"

Rover understood this time and jumped