uss in surprise. "What're you going to
do that for?"

"'Cause they don't like salt, I guess," answered Laddie. "I don't like
salt, and I don't guess a sheep does. The farmer said he was going to give
salt to the sheep, but they must like sugar better. So I got Jane to give
me some, and I'm going to take it to the sheep."

"I'll help you take it," said Russ. "I should think sheep would like sugar
better than salt."

Together the two little boys kept on over the meadow until they came to
the field where the sheep were grazing. There were quite a number of them.

"What'll we do if the old ram runs at us?" asked Russ, as he and Laddie
crawled under the fence.

"He won't run at us," said the smaller boy, who seemed to have thought it
all out. "We haven't got anything red on, and he only runs at you if you
have red on. Anyhow, if he does, we can give him some sugar and that will
make him like us."

"Yes, I guess it will," agreed Russ.

With Laddie holding the bag of sweet stuff, the two boys walked toward
the sheep. They were eating grass, but soon some of the woolly creatures
noticed the two little fellows and stopped eating to walk toward them.

"Here they come!" exclaimed Russ. "Get the sugar ready, Laddie. And there
comes the old ram over from the other side of the field. Save some sugar
for him."

"I will," Laddie said. Then he poured some of the sugar out from the bag
on the ground, and the sheep began to nibble at it.

I am not sure whether sheep like sugar better than salt or not. I should
think they might, and yet salt on some things is better than sugar would
be. I wouldn't like my roast chicken with sugar on it, but I do like it
with salt. Anyhow, the sheep licked up the sugar that Laddie sprinkled on
the grass for them.

"Let me give 'em some!" begged Russ, and he reached for the bag. Just how
it happened the boys did not know, but the bag was knocked from Laddie's
hand, and the rest of the sugar was spilled out on the ground. More sheep
came up and soon all began eating it.

"They like it lots better'n salt!" said Laddie.

"Sure they do!" agreed Russ. "We'll bring more sugar, and we'll tell Mr.
Hixon about it. I guess he'd like to give his sheep the things they like
best. They like 'em to grow good and fat."

The boys were so interested watching the sheep eat the sugar, that they
forgot all about the ram that had seemed so angry because of Margy's red
coat. The first they knew was when they heard