"Have you ducks and geese, too?" asked Uncle Robert. "Yes," said Donald, "but I don't see any of them about. They must have gone to the creek. There they are," and Donald pointed toward the pasture where a line of white could be seen moving slowly along under the trees. "They march pretty well, don't they?" said Uncle Robert. "Do they always go that way?" "Not always," said Donald, "but very often. When that old drake wants to take a swim, he starts and the rest follow. You'd never catch him walking behind." "As the head of the family I suppose he thinks it is his place to lead," said Uncle Robert, smiling. Donald laughed. "Wouldn't it he funny," he said, "if father made us follow him that way?" They found the hen to whom they were carrying the eggs on an empty nest. Donald drove her off that he might put in the eggs, but she was very cross with him for disturbing her. She walked about with her feathers ruffled up, clucking angrily, but eagerly went back to her nest as soon as they were gone. She moved the eggs about with her feet, placed them to suit herself, and contentedly settled down. Donald then led Uncle Robert into the barn, where old white Nell stood in her stall. Besides Nell there were three strong Normandies in other stalls, and two stalls that were empty. Mr. Leonard had a very large barn. There was the main floor, running through from the two big rolling doors at either end. The great hay mows on both sides, reached by short ladders, held some of last year's cutting. Under the mows were the stalls for the horses and the stanchions for the cattle. A machine for cutting hay stood on the barn floor. Under the barn was a deep, roomy cellar, in one corner of which was the sheep pen, lighted by large windows. Near the barn was a tool house, in which all the tools and machinery were housed during the winter. "It pays to have a nice warm barn and a good place to keep the tools from rusting," said Uncle Robert. "Do you always keep the horses in the barn when they are not in use?" "Oh, no," said Donald. "Sometimes they run in the pasture along the creek. The cows and sheep are there now. After the timothy and clover are cut we'll put them in those fields." "Do you keep many cows?" "We have six cows and two calves," replied Donald. "Father gave one calf to Frank and one to me. They're beauties. All our cows are Jerseys. Frank and I are going to keep ours until they're grown. Then if they give as much milk as the other cows do--and I'm sure they will--we are going to take it to the creamery and sell it. There's a creamery not far from here." "Does your father sell the milk there now?" asked Uncle Robert. "Not now," said Donald. "Mother likes to make the butter herself." "That's why it is so good," said Uncle Robert. "Has Susie a calf too?" [Illustration: The Barn.] Susie, tired of waiting for them to return, had come to see what they were doing. So she answered for herself.