dle of Bobby's onion bed, and the thirteen
chicks went under her wings to have a mid-day nap.

The Old Brown Hen went to sleep, too.

Soon the family came home. As they drove into the yard, Mother spied her
pansy bed and cried, "Somebody has been digging in my garden and has dug
all my little pansy plants up."

Next, they came to the big garden, and when Father saw his radish bed,
he said, "Somebody's been digging in my garden and has dug all my radish
plants up."

Then Bobby ran to look at his garden. When he saw it, he cried,
"Somebody's been digging in my garden and here she is fast asleep."

When the Old Brown Hen heard Bobby shout, she woke up and ran away.

And her little chicks ran in all directions and called, "Peep, peep,
peep!"

"Let's catch her," said John.

[Illustration: "When he saw it he cried, 'Somebody's been digging in my
garden and here she is fast asleep'"]

Father and John and Bobby chased the Old Brown Hen and caught her and
put her in a chicken coop.

Then she called, "Cluck, cluck, cluck!" and her thirteen chicks came
running.

And there they lived until the chicks were grown up.

And they did not scratch up any more gardens that Summer.

And that is the end of the story of the Old Brown Hen.

[Illustration: THE SHEEP WASHING]

IV

One morning in May, Bobby saw the flock of sheep going along the gravel
driveway toward the road.

Rover and Bobby's big brother John were driving them. Hobson, the hired
man, went ahead.

"Where are you taking the sheep?" asked Bobby. "Have you sold them?"

"Come and you shall see," answered Father. "Do you want to ride with me
in the buggy, or help drive the sheep?"

"I'd like to help," said Bobby.

"Well, here is a long stick for you," said Father.

Bobby was off like the wind and soon caught up with the others.

The leader of the flock, the big bell wether, went ahead. All the other
sheep followed. Sometimes they tried to stop and eat grass by the
roadside. Bobby was after them with his long stick.

Sometimes they tried to go into a farmer's yard. Rover chased them back
into the road.

Once a big, black dog came from a farmyard, barking savagely. "Bow-wow,
bow-wow!" he said. The sheep were dreadfully frightened. Some ran up the
road and some ran down the road.

Rover ran at the big, black dog and drove him back into his yard. Then
he and John and Hobson and Bobby brought the frightened sheep together
again and started them