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THE FIVE LITTLE FRIENDS IN VACATION - Five Little Friends
THE FIVE LITTLE FRIENDS IN VACATION
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Soon after the Pet Show, school closed for the summer vacation. The children said good-bye to each other and to Miss West.
For weeks everybody had been busy making plans for the summer.
Paul went to the seashore and you may be sure brave Hero was taken along.
Bob and his family went to the seashore too; and, what was best of all, they took a cottage not far from where Paul lived.
Dandy was sent out to the country.
Betty's mother said, "I want to have my little girl spend a summer on a farm--a real farm," so they went to Mr. White's.
See if you can guess who went with them!
No, it wasn't Arrow. The living airplane was left with Uncle Fred at Grandmother's. It wasn't Miss West. She went away on a long trip across the ocean. It was a very nice little person whose name begins with _D_, and it was another very nice little person whose name begins with _P_.
Peggy's mother went too, but Poll was sent to a bird shop. Little Dot's mother stayed in the city with Dot's father and the cat family to keep them from getting lonely.
Dot promised to be a good girl and to do just what the other mothers told her.
It was a bright June afternoon when the three little girls and the two mothers got off the train at a little country station. Mr. White came to meet them. He and Billy, the hired man, piled all the trunks and bags in a wagon. Then Billy climbed up on the high seat and cracked his whip, saying, "Get-up! Get-up!" The horses pulled, the dust flew, and away the wagon went. Then Mr. White packed the mothers and the little girls into his automobile and away they also went to the farm.
The farm was the very nicest place in the whole world. At least that is what the three little girls thought. Everything about it was nice. The rooms were big and cool and low. The wide side porch was a lovely place to eat dinner. The big low attic was splendid for rainy-day play; but the very, very nicest of all the nice things at the farm was Mary White.
Mary was nine years and she had lived on the farm all her life. She knew all the good places to play. She could call every animal on the farm by name. She could make up the most delightful games. What a splendid playmate she was!
First she took the children to the pasture to see the cows. There were three of them, Bonny-Belle, Bess, and Buttercup.
Beside Buttercup was the dearest little calf with long thin legs and a soft tan coat. It was Don, Buttercup's first baby. He was just two months old and very full of life and mischief.
"Is that another cow over there?" said Peggy, pointing to a field beyond the pasture. "Oh, no," said Mary, "That's Big Ben. He is a very wild and cross bull, so he has to have a home all by himself. No one ever goes into his field except Billy. Big Ben seems to hate people. But what he hates most is anything that is red." 
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