t fainted on the way. Solomon
John and Elizabeth Eliza were hurrying to the door, but stopped, not
knowing what to do next. Mrs. Peterkin recovered herself with a supreme
effort, and sent them out to the rescue.

But what could they do? The fence had been made so high, to keep the cow
out, that nobody could get in. The boy that did the milking had gone
off with the key of the outer gate, and perhaps with the key of the shed
door. Even if that were not locked, before Agamemnon could get round by
the wood-shed and cow-shed, the little boys might be gored through and
through!

Elizabeth Eliza ran to the neighbors, Solomon John to the druggist's for
plasters, while Agamemnon made his way through the dining-room to the
wood-shed and outer-shed door. Mr. Peterkin mounted the outside of the
fence, while Mrs.

Peterkin begged him not to put himself in danger. He climbed high enough
to view the scene. He held to the corner post and reported what he saw.

They were not gored. The cow was at the other end of the lot. One of the
little boys were lying in a bunch of dark leaves. He was moving.

The cow glared, but did not stir. Another little boy was pulling his
india-rubber boots out of the mud. The cow still looked at him.

Another was feeling the top of his head. The cow began to crop the
grass, still looking at him.

Agamemnon had reached and opened the shed-door. The little boys were
next seen running toward it.

A crowd of neighbors, with pitchforks, had returned meanwhile with
Elizabeth Eliza. Solomon John had brought four druggists. But, by the
time they had reached the house, the three little boys were safe in the
arms of their mother!

"This is too dangerous a form of education," she cried; "I had rather
they went to school."

"No!" they bravely cried. They were still willing to try the other way.

THE EDUCATIONAL BREAKFAST.

MRS. PETERKIN'S nerves were so shaken by the excitement of the fall of
the three little boys into the enclosure where the cow was kept that the
educational breakfast was long postponed. The little boys continued at
school, as before, and the conversation dwelt as little as possible upon
the subject of education.

Mrs. Peterkin's spirits, however, gradually recovered. The little boys
were allowed to watch the cow at her feed. A series of strings were
arranged by Agamemnon and Solomon John, by which the little boys could
be pulled up, if they should again fall down into the enclosu