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the narrow and unhealthy limits of a city, and should 

 have a little dash of fresh water to take the fire out. 



In spite of their convincing arguments, however, 

 an individual was found so little alive to the excel 

 lence of the dealer s milky way as to be ready not 

 merely to pay the current price, but to supply his 

 OWTL cans and send for the milk. This opened a mag 

 nificent vista; it was the first of the long series of 

 profits that were to flow in one steady stream from 

 the country place or its accompaniments. If one cow 

 yielded a clear daily income of sixty cents, that a 

 hundred or a thousand would yield proportionally 

 more was merely a question in the rule of three. 



There was one little matter, however, that some 

 what impaired the full measure of this success. The 

 haymakers, or whoever they are that own hay, had 

 raised the price of their goods to keep pace with the 

 price of milk, so that hay was at the moderate rate 

 of two dollars or two dollars and a half a hundred 

 pounds. Moreover, that was an uncommonly intel 

 ligent cow, and she used her superior gifts to assure 

 her own comforts, regardless of my feelings or my 

 profits. The hay was stored in a closet under the 

 steps that led down into the yard, and, in spite of 

 every care and contrivance to keep her out, Cushy 

 would open the door, and not only help herself to all 



