The Ewe and the Lamb
Here is another kind of baby—a little lamb. I can’t help thinking this lamb has been a little bit naughty, and has been straying away from its mother, dancing and frisking about with ever so many other lambkins at the other side of the meadow. “How do you know that?” somebody may ask me. Well, I can see that Mrs. Mother Sheep looks a little stern, and cross, and anxious; but now that her lamb has come back to gladden her old nose—for I suppose you know Mother Sheep knows her lamb by smelling it, not by seeing it—she doesn’t intend to say very much about it, after having given a very loud baa-a-aa.