pail of milk.
His mother went out immediately to ascertain whether the girl was seriously injured.— ‘Oh, mammy, that little rogue tickled the cow, and made her do it,’ exclaimed Polly
Whereupon, Isaac had a spanking, and was sent to bed without his supper.
But so great was his love of fun, that as he lay. there, wakeful and hungry, he shouted with laughter all alone by himself, think how droll Polly
looked when she rolled over with the pail of milk after her.
When he was seven or eight years old, his uncle's wife came one day to the house on horseback.
She was a fat, clumsy woman, and got on and off her horse with difficulty.
Isaac knew that all the family were absent; but when he saw her come ambling along the road, he took a freak not to tell her of it. He let down the bars for her; she rode up to the horse-block with which every farm-house was then furnished, rolled off her horse, and went into the house.
She then discovered, for the first time, that there was no one at home.
After resting awhile, she mounted to depart.
But Isaac, as full of mischief as Puck, put the bars up, so that she could not ride out. In vain she coaxed, scolded, and threatened.
Finding it was all to no purpose, she rode up to the block and rolled off from her horse again.— Isaac, having the fear of her whip before his eyes, ran and hid himself.
She let down the bars for herself, but before she could remount, the mischievous