He was always under everybody's feet, or eating the meal from the chicken's pans, or the eggs from the lower nests in the chicken house;—and so, one day, he found himself shut outside of the garden gate.
At first he rather liked it, and ran down the lane, poking his nose into everything, and having a fine time; but by and by he grew lonesome and came back to the gate; and there he stood, patiently, until Uncle Rob came home, and then, as soon as the gate was opened, he dodged in. He didn't wait, politely, for Uncle Rob to go in first, he just went in under Uncle Rob's feet, and Uncle Rob sat down on the ground and watched him go! Then Uncle Rob and the children spent fifteen minutes in chasing him out again. Half an hour later, when Mr. Cann tried to come in, the same thing happened; and when Mamma and Aunt Beth came home, Cheery and The Chum had to climb over the fence into the lane and sit on him, so that they could get through the gate.
