"THE LOWING HERD" 97 



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

 stooped with uphfting 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 prett}^ 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 !" 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. 



