announced Meg. "What'll we do? Drive 'em into our barnyard?"
"Sure!" answered Bobby, just like a farmer. "That'll keep 'em safe till morning. And then Jud will find out whose they are."
Driving those fourteen baby calves was not such hard work as they had expected, for they were very amiable beasties and only wanted to nibble a little fresh sweet grass as they were driven on toward the barnyard. But Meg and Bobby had so much fun doing this that they forgot to be quiet, and just as they had the last calf safely inside and the big gate barred, two figures came running up to them.
"For the love of Pete!" said Jud, breathing heavily. "Meg and Bobby! And in their night clothes! Are you crazy?"
"There's fourteen baby calves in there," announced Bobby with dignity.
"Yes, and they would have had the whole lawn eaten up if it hadn't been for us," declared Meg.
Peter and Jud peered over the gate.
"Those are Tom Sparks' calves he bought for
