CHAPTER XXXI.
IN THE COW STABLE "Isn't it a strange thing," said Miss Laura, "that a little thing like a fly, can cause so much annoyance to animals as well as to people?
Sometimes when I am trying to get more sleep in the morning, their little feet tickle me so that I am nearly frantic and have to fly out of bed." "You shall have some netting to put over your bed," said Mrs.Wood; "but suppose, Laura, you had no hands to brush away the flies.

Suppose your whole body was covered with them, and you were tied up somewhere and could not get loose.

I can't imagine more exquisite torture myself.

Last summer the flies here were dreadful.

It seems to me that they are getting worse and worse every year, and worry the animals more.