his breakfast, he ran down through the garden and into the meadow. He was eager to see his wild

lack and white uniform gleaming in the bright sunlight. "Good morning, little boy,

elighted that he really could understand Bob Lincol

trilled Bob Lincoln, in his

en she heard him coming, Mrs. Bob Linco

said, "Oh, it's you, is it, little boy? I heard someone coming and I was frightened,

ely," said Mrs. Bob Lincoln. "In a day or two I will show you five of the handsomest baby

ould tell me why you and Mrs. Bob Lincoln are so unlike. Your coat is white and black; her

Lincoln, "that

said little Luke; "I w

b will excuse me [Mrs. Bob gracefully bowed her permission] I will take the time. You go over there and

with his back against the trunk of the ol