"THE LOWING HERD" 97 



When he saw his mother and his mother saw him, he 

 stooped with uplifting nose, sniffing; she stopped feed- 

 ing and begin to sniff. He seemed to say to himself, 

 "I do believe I know that little creature. Yes; I am 

 certain I must have met her before. She rather re- 

 sembles my own mother; but I have so many fond, 

 kind, and obliging aunts that it is not so very easy to 

 make sure. She has a special look. Can I be mis- 

 taken ? I really hope not, for I am painfully hungry." 

 In the meantime Parilla was saying to herself you 

 could see it all plainly written in her big, round, bulging 

 eyes, so full of inquiry, hope and longing "The sight 

 of that really fine fellow reminds me that I, too, am a 

 mother. He is a pretty fellow; I fancy that Fillo 

 Billaroo is not unlike him. I now recollect with dis- 

 may that I have not seen him since morning, when 

 Lady Clare condescended to look after him. And 

 there's Lady Clare ! Oh ! if she's mislaid Fillo Billaroo ! 

 But can that fine, beautiful fellow be mine ? I must 

 inquire. Come I" And she moo'd, and Fillo Billaroo 

 murmured "Mum," and they rushed to one another, 

 and the look in Parilla 's face was that of perfect happi- 

 ness. 



