How are the cows doing ?" "Grand; Blossom filled a pail to-night, and Spotty almost twice.

She's a great milker, yon." "Yes, and so was her mother.

I remember she used to fill two pails when the grass was good." "I remember her, too.

Her horns curled right back, didn't they?
And she always looked so fierce." "Yes, but she was a kindly cow.

And will the churn be ready for the morning ?" "Yes, mother, we'll have buttermilk for our porridge, sure enough." "Well, you'll need to be up early for that, too early, Thomas, lad, for a boy like you." "A boy like me!" said Thomas, feigning indignation, and stretching himself to his full height.