"O, yes, it went in checks; and I was at grandma Parlin's, and Grace--Grace--O, Grace and I went into the pasture where there were a couple of cows, a gray cow and a red cow." "Now you must say what _is_ couple," says Dotty.
"Then what is couple ?" "Gray cow," answers Dotty, very gravely.
"So when the cows saw us coming, they--they--O, they threw up their heads, and stopped eating grass--in the air.

I mean--threw--up--their heads." Susy was nearly asleep.
"Up in the air ?" "Yes, of course, up in the air.

(There, I _will_ wake up!) And the gray cow began to run towards us, and Grace says to me, 'O, my, she thinks you're a pumpkin!'" "You ?" "Yes, me, because my dress was so yellow.

I was just as afraid of the cow as I could be." "Good cow! _He_ wouldn't hurt!" "No, the cow was good, and didn't think I was a pumpkin, not the least speck.

But I was so afraid, that I crept under the bars, and ran home." "To grandma's house ?" "Yes; and grandma laughed." "Well, where was me ?" was the next question, after a pause.
Then, when the duty of story-telling was performed, Susy would gladly have gone back to "climbing the dream-tree;" but no, she must still listen to Dotty, though she answered her questions in an absent-minded way, like a person "hunting for a forgotten dream." One morning she was going to ride with her cousin Percy.