But it was Baby William who made all the trouble.
"You must never do that again," said Mrs. Martin when she came out
of the ranch house and heard what her little boy had done. "That was
very wrong, William, to lasso the poor rooster and drag it about with
a rope around its neck."
"I not do it any more," promised Trouble. "But I want a lasso like
Teddy."
"No, you're not big enough for that," his mother said. "You must
wait until you are a little older. Don't bother the chickens any
more."
"No, I only get de eggs," promised Baby William.
"And please don't lasso them, or you'll break them," put in Aunt
Millie; but Janet thought her "eyes laughed," as she later told Teddy.
"No more lasso?" asked Trouble, looking at the rope his aunt had
taken from the rooster's long neck.
"No more lasso!" exclaimed Mrs. Barton, trying not to smile, for the
sight of the rooster, caught the way he had been, made even the older
folks want to laugh. Ted and Janet did laugh, but they did not let
Trouble see them. If he had he might have thought he had done
something smart or cute, and he would try it over again the first
chance he had. So they had to pretend to be sharp with him. The
rooster was not hurt by being lassoed.
Afterward Trouble told how he did it. With the slip-noose of the
rope in one hand and holding the rope's end in the other, Baby
William walked quietly up behind the rooster and tossed the loop over
its head.
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