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her, as mad as a hatter. [How about " Flipster's Hatch " 

 now? Asylum for Lunatic Cows. Why not? Wouldn't 

 vaccination from a Lunatic Cow account for a great deal 



of Mem. Note this for Typical Developments under 



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The Farmer, or whatever he is (for the more I see of him 

 the less he comes up to my notion of a farmer — then, of 

 course, my notion of a farmer may be wrong), goes into the 

 loose box, and regards her with a puzzled expression. I 

 stand at the door, looking in like Paul Pry, when he says, 

 " I hope I don't intrude," and my companion says, " I can't 

 make her out." 



I don't quite understand at first what it is that he can't 

 make out about her. Whether he means, "Is she a cow or 

 not a cow? Is she mad or sensible?" As a safe course, I 

 observe, with sympathy, " She seems in rather a bad way." 



" Yes," he continues, " she is that. We followed out the 

 directions, though : gave her the mashes and the brandy." 



"Brandy? When?" 



" Why," he replies, as if a little hurt at my question, " as 

 ordered this morning. A pint." 



Happy Thought. — Then I can explain the symptoms. 

 The Cow's drunk. Evidently not " Mad as a Hatter," but 

 " Drunk as a Fiddler." 



By the way, I must note this (and do now) for Typical 

 Developme7its, Volume something, and see where the subject 

 will fit in. I fancy under " Peculiar Proverbs," or " Social 

 Similes." (" S. S. ; " don't think I've done much under the 



