Fern loved Wilbur more then anything. She loved to stroke him, to feed him, to put him to bed Every morning, as soon as she got up, she warmed his milk, tied hid bib on, and held the bottle for him. Every afternoon, when the school bus stopped in front of her house, she jumped out and run to the kitchen to fix another bottle for him. She fed him again at suppertime, and again just before going to bed. Mr. Arable gave him a feeding around noontime each day, when fern was away in school. Wilbur loved him milk, and he w as never happier then fern was warming up a bottle for him. He would stand and gaze up at her with adoring eyes.