r look.

"It is dangerous, while Johnnie Green is there--or it would be dangerous
if he had a gun," Nimble admitted. "But what's this you say about salt
on your tail?"

"Johnnie Green is putting salt on the tail of every sheep in the flock,"
Snowball declared.

"That's odd," said Nimble. "I'll have to look into this matter--after
Johnnie Green has left the pasture."

Snowball did not follow Nimble as he moved nearer the stone wall. But he
stood still and watched. Presently he saw Nimble leap the wall. After
that Snowball could no longer see him.

It was some time later when Nimble jumped back over the wall and landed
lightly on the ledge that ran alongside it. And Snowball noticed that
his face wore a very cheerful look.

"Well?" said Snowball.

"That was as good salt as I ever tasted," Nimble remarked, running his
tongue over his lips. "If you hurry you'll be able to get a taste even
now."

"I've never eaten any salt," said Snowball.

"Then hurry, by all means!" cried Nimble Deer. "You don't know what
you're missing."

"Has Johnnie gone?" Snowball inquired.

"Long ago!"

"I suppose he spilled some of the salt on the ground," said Snowball.
"You know he's a very careless boy."

"He spilled heaps of it," Nimble Deer replied. "But the sheep are eating
it fast."

Well, Snowball was puzzled. How could the sheep be eating salt if
Johnnie Green had caught them? It was more than he could understand. But
if Nimble Deer had been with them--and come back safely--there couldn't
be any great danger.

So Snowball hurried over the stone wall and scampered down to the place
near the bars, where the flock still lingered.

As Snowball joined them he saw that they were all busily eating
something white that lay in little piles upon the ground.

He tasted of the stuff, carefully. It was delicious. And wasting no more
time, he gobbled up all of the salt that he could get.

When it was gone Snowball turned to old Aunt Nancy Ewe.

"May I lick the salt off your tail?" he asked her politely.

She gave him a haughty stare.

"Have you no respect for your elders?" Aunt Nancy asked him severely.

"Pardon me!" said Snowball. "Maybe I'm mistaken, but Mr. Crow told
me----"

[Illustration: Aunt Nancy Scolded Snowball

_The Tale of Snowball Lamb._ _Page_ 48]

"Mr. Crow!" Aunt Nancy cried, before Snowball could finish. "So it's Mr.
Crow that's been putting queer ideas into your head! I might have known
it. After this d