Billy Whiskers at the Fair

Affairs at Cloverleaf Farm had been running very smoothly for a month or more. School had begun, the boys were occupied with studies and so well out of mischief’s way for five h...

As is the invariable custom with all thrifty farm folk, the Treat family was astir as soon as the sun had begun his journey across the sky. Just as the first bright streaks of l...

After Billy had put a safe distance between himself and Mrs. Treat to feel at ease, he wandered aimlessly along, letting himself be carried here and there, wherever he chanced t...

“Now, Billy Whiskers, this is much like your experience in the early summer at the Circus, and you know full well what dire consequences followed then,” scolded the goat, for on...

By the time Billy had made good his escape from the Baby Show, the grounds were crowded with merrymakers. The annual county Fair was an event that no farmer and but very few of...

After Billy had quenched his thirst at a watering trough roughly hewn out of the trunk of an enormous chestnut tree and filled to brimming with cool, sparkling water piped from...

“I know not what other people think about the matter, but there is nothing in this wide, wide world so useful to me as flattery,” meditated Billy after leaving the Duke of Windh...

“Such a goosie as she is,” chuckled Billy in delight, “I shall not lose sight of--O-o-o-h!” his merriment changing to wonder, for there peeping from behind the skirts of the sec...

“Don’t you think it is the first duty of a guest to be punctual? Especially a dinner guest?” was the Duke of Windham’s greeting as Billy knocked on his stall door for admittance.

“I’ve been thinking,” said Billy, “while I’ve been waiting for you to waken--I myself roused hours ago--that I may as well take myself off before the keepers make their rounds....

You know how time flies between the moment you open your sleepy eyes at six o’clock and the warning the first school bell gives at eight, which finds you just up from the breakf...

No sooner did Billy make this glad discovery than he straightway forgot his benefactress, and trotted off, leaving her perched there on the hay stack, deploring his lack of grat...

Mrs. Treat is a Congregationalist, and if all the church ladies are the experienced and skilful cooks she is, their patrons need not worry about receiving a full twenty-five cen...

The next morning things at Cloverleaf Farm had settled back into their accustomed groove. Breakfast was over by half past six, and soon after a wagon arrived bringing home the D...