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mouth, a little ball at a time, and then she chews 

 it and really eats it. We say about animals that 

 eat in this way, 'they chew the cud.' Now I must 

 take her back to the barn. Come over some morning 

 early and I will milk her for you. Good-by." 



"Good-by, Mr. Brown. Thank you for showing 

 us your cow," added Grace. 



Miss Clare enjoyed playing in this way herself so 

 much that of course she made it very real to the 

 children, and by the next day they began to bring 

 items from home. Sam's father had been a farmer's 

 son, and he told his little lad how he drove the cows 

 to pasture when he was a boy. In this pasture was 

 a tinkling little brook where the cows came to drink, 

 and tall trees that made shady places where they 

 could lie down and rest. There were swampy places 

 where the cowslips grew, and willow twigs from 

 which the boys made whistles. Pete, his shepherd 

 dog, always went with him, and would drive the 

 cows home alone. 



Paul's father was interested, too. He told his 

 little boy about the horns. He said: "Long, long 

 ago, when cows were wild, they needed their horns 

 to defend themselves from wild beasts. Now that 



