20 FOUR-FOOTED AMEIUCANS 



"You help milk?" laughed Nat. "Who taught 

 you how ? " 



" Rod ; I've had four lessons, and I can milk almost 

 a quart. Then my hands grow all weak and shaky, 

 and Rod says it's enough for once, both for me and for 

 the cow. Daisy is the only one that Avill let me." 



"Poor, patient Daisy," laughed the Doctor. "To 

 be sure we will come and see this famous milkmaid." 



Dodo led the way to the cow barn, where each cow 

 had a clean stall marked with her name. Then she 

 tied a queer sort of apron round her waist, made, like 

 Rod's, out of a meal sack, hunted for a small stool, also 

 like Rod's, and prepared in a very businesslike man- 

 ner to wash off Daisy's bag with a sponge and some 

 clean water. 



" Bravo ! Bravo ! " cried the Doctor. " Aly little 

 farmer has already learned that everything about milk, 

 from the animal to the pans, should be very clean." 



" Zig-zig-zig-zig," said the milk, spattering on the 

 bottom of the pail. In a few minutes the spattering 

 stopped. 



" Now it's beginning to purr like a cat," explained 

 Dodo. " It does that when the milk begins to fdl up a 

 little." 



Dodo kept bravely at it until her fingers, now red 

 and tired, had coaxed about a quart from Daisy. 



"That will go for to-night," she said, "though I'm 

 sure I milked more last time. I'm dreadfully thirsty ; 

 suppose we drink this now. Uncle Roy. There's a 

 glass by the well, Nat," — and the milk rapidly 

 disappeared. 



"M — mammals; m — milk," sang Dodo, skipping 



