He came for it every day, and was real mad once because I had given a lot of it to the dog, and couldn't let him have but a pint." "He ought to have been mad," said I to Euphemia, as we walked up to the house.

"He got ten cents a quart for that milk." We laughed, and didn't care.

We were too glad to be at home.
"But where are our friends ?" I asked Pomona.

We had actually forgotten them.
"Oh! they're gone out for a walk," said she.

"They started off right after breakfast." We were not sorry for this.