At length, as she was beginning to feel rather alarmed about the child, she arrived, in the progress of her search, at the door of one of the cow-houses.

The moment she looked round the corner into the stall next the door, she stood stock-still, with her mouth wide open.

This stall was occupied by a favourite cow--brown, with large white spots, called therefore _Brownie_.

Her manger was full of fresh-cut grass; and half-buried in this grass, at one end of the manger, with her back against the wall, sat Annie, holding one of the ears of the hornless Brownie with one hand and stroking the creature's nose with the other.
She was a delicate child, about nine years old, with blue eyes, half full of tears, hair somewhere between dark and fair, gathered in a silk net, and a pale face, on which a faint moon-like smile was glimmering.
The old cow continued to hold her nose to be stroked.
"Is na Broonie a fine coo, Betty ?" said the child, as the maid went on staring at her.

"Puir Broonie! Naebody mindit me, an' sae I cam to you, Broonie." And she laid her cheek, white, smooth, and thin, against the broad, flat, hairy forehead of the friendly cow.