Prudy said she had to sing to herself for all the things she saw looked as happy as if they were alive.

As Prudy talked, she flew from flower to flower, like a honey-bee.
"I can't wait for Prudy to walk so zigzag," said Susy.
Mrs.Parlin suggested that Susy should keep on, and tell her aunt Eastman they were coming.

Then she allowed Prudy to walk as "zigzag" as she pleased; for Mrs.Parlin had long patience with her children.
"O, mamma," said Prudy, suddenly stopping short, and standing on one foot; "if there isn't a cow!" "I see, my dear, she is eating the sweet grass." "Yes, 'm; but don't its horns flare out like a pitchfork?
Do you s'pose he knows how easy he could toss folks right up in the air ?" "I hope my little daughter is not afraid of a gentle cow." "No, indeed," cried Prudy, clinging fast to her mother's hand.

"Poh! if I was afraid of a cow I'd be a cow--ard.

I'd as lief he'd see me as not, if you'll shake your parasol at him, mamma." Prudy breathed more freely when the cow was out of sight.
Soon she saw something which caused her to forget her terror.