Ony was always clean, and so smart
and cunning that sometimes he was
allowed to run about in the kitchen,
eat corn from Bunch’s hand, and
drink the buttermilk left from the
churning. Bunchie had no other pet,
for she was a. poor little girl; so she
made a pet of Ony, who followed her
about everywhere she went—just like
Mary's little lamb, and showed a great
deal of affection for her, considering
he was only a little black pig.
The children's house was a very
pleasant one, if it was built of sods.
There, were, three rooms opening, one
into the other, all of the same size,
nicely plastered and with wooden
floors.
There, was a stove.in which hay was
burned in summer and wood in win
ter, two beds, a bureau (in the upper
drawer of which was the Plum Creek
postofliee), six chairs, a small table,
and two shelves full of dishes and the
pans for milk. The house was quite
low, it was easy to throw the farming
tools upon the roof and get them out
of the way. Hornet lines the sod roof
looked very queer, all stuck over with
hoe handles and rake handles and
other kimis of handles. A little way
from the house was the sod cellar, a
small room made by digging.i hole in
one of the little hillock of the prairie
anil shaping it with so is Here the
milk was set for cream, the park was
suited down, and all the food was kept
except the yellow squashes, green
melons, and the ripe corn, which were
stored in nice clean wooden sheds.
