Then the cow ran one way and the pig ran another. The little chickens got lost in the bushes, and the rabbit hid in the vines. The hen cackled, and the pig squealed, and the gardener scolded. By the time he had driven them all out of the garden the sun was high in the sky. "Umph, umph," cried the little pig, as he scampered down the road, "we will all come back to-morrow." But when they went back the next day the garden gate was fastened close, and not even the smallest chicken could get inside. [D] From "More Winter Stories," by Maud Lindsay; used by permission of the publishers, Milton Bradley Company, Springfield, Mass. THE TRAVELS OF THE LITTLE TOY SOLDIER BY CAROLYN SHERWIN BAILEY He was the largest and the best dressed and the bravest looking of all the toy soldiers in the toy shop. Some of the toy soldiers were made of paper, and these tore easily if they even tried to drill. Some of the toy soldiers were made of tin, and these bent if they had an encounter. But this toy soldier, who stood head and shoulders above the others, was made of wood. He had once been part of a great pine tree that stood in the forest, and his heart was as brave and true as the heart of the tree. His trousers were painted green, with yellow stripes; and his jacket was painted red, with gold buttons. He wore a painted blue cap upon the side of his head, with a band that went under his chin, and he carried a wooden gun in one arm. He could stand alone, for his wooden legs were glued to a block of wood, and his eyes were black and shining, and his mouth was painted in a smile. When the Toy Soldier went from the toy shop to live in Gregory's house the little boy thought that he had never seen such a fine soldier in his life. He made him captain of all the soldier ninepins and guard of the toy train, and he took him to bed with him at night. Then, one day, James, who lived next door and was Gregory's neighbor, came over to play with Gregory. "What a nice Toy Soldier!" James said. "Yes, he's mine," Gregory said. "May I play with him?" James asked. "No, I said he was my Toy Soldier," Gregory answered. "Then I'll take him," James said. "I won't let you," Gregory said. Then the two little boys began pulling the Toy Soldier to see which could get him away from the other, and the Toy Soldier did not like it at all. He was fond of a good battle, but not of a quarrel. He decided that he would not stay in a house where there was a quarrelsome boy, and so he tumbled out of a window that was close by and fell, down, down, to the street below. The Toy Soldier had not lain long on the sidewalk when Harold passed by and picked him up.