“Oh!” thought he, as he tore his glossy coat on the sharp barbs of the wire fence and cut his feet as he leaped awkwardly over, “Oh! how I wish I could see Dick now.”

But Dick was at home.  He had run after the brown colt as fast as his feet could carry him, and had called “Whoa!  Whoa!” but the brown colt would not listen; so Dick had gone home with his head hanging down, for he was the very one who had forgotten to shut the farmyard gate.

Mother was at home, and she felt very sorry when she heard about it, for she knew how dear that colt was to her careless little boy; and when father came in from the fields, too late to look for the runaway, he said that big boys and little boys and everybody else must take care of the things they wanted to keep; and Dick cried, but it did no good.

The cows came home when father did, and the brindle calf was glad that she had not gone away from the farmyard when she saw her mother come in from the clover lot.  The chickens went to roost, and the horses were fed; but no brown colt came in sight, although Dick and Fleet went down the lane to look, a dozen times.

“He’s sorry enough,” said Friend Fleet to Mrs. Muffet, as they ate their supper; and Mrs. Muffet told Tittleback and Toddlekins all about it, when she went back to the barn.

Poor little Dick! and poor brown colt!  They thought about each other very often that night; and early in the morning the man who owned the cotton field, drove the brown colt out.

“I’d like to know,” said the man, as he hurried him along, “what business you have in my cotton field!” But the brown colt hung his head, as Dick had done, and limped away.

The long pike road stretched out, hard and white, before him, and the birds, chattering in the bushes, seemed to say:—­

“Is this the same brown colt that raised such a dust yesterday?”

Oh! how long and weary the way was, to his limping feet!  But at last he reached home, just at milking time; and when the milkmaid saw him standing at the gate, she gave a scream that brought the household out.

Dick and the cook and Fleet tumbled over each other in their surprise, and the barnyard was in such an excitement that one hen lost her chickens and did not find them all for fifteen minutes.

“What did you see?” cried the brindle calf.

“What made you come back?” asked the geese; but Dick and Friend Fleet asked no questions, because they understood.

That was a long time ago, and the brown colt is a strong horse now, and Dick a tall boy; but neither of them will ever forget the day when Dick was careless and did not shut the farmyard gate.

INSIDE THE GARDEN GATE

    MOTTO FOR THE MOTHER

Wisdom comes with all we see, God writes His lessons in each flower, And ev’ry singing bird or bee Can teach us something of His power.

PART I.