60 LUCY AMONG THE MOUNTAINS.

They remained some time at the cliffs where
her mother had stopped, and Lucy found a curious
place under the rocks, which she called a den.
It was a rude fissure under the precipice, and it
was large enough for Lucy to get into. She said
that, if she should be caught out on the mountains
in a shower, she could get into her den, and it
would not rain upon her.

When they got home again, as they were pass-
ing along by the barn, they saw the cows stand-
ing in a little green yard, and Robert was just
bringing his milking-stool and a tin pail. He was
going to milk the cows. Lucy asked Comfort to
let her go in and see him milk, and she told her
she might go; only she said that she must be
careful not to go too near the cows.

So Comfort went into the house, and Lucy
went through a little gate into the yard. Ellen
came in just after her, bringing a little milking-
stool, and pail too, just as Robert had done.

“Are you going to milk, too, Ellen?” said
Lucy.

“ Yes,” said Ellen; “I milk every night.”

So Ellen took her seat near one of the cows,
and began milking into her pail very fast.

“Why, how easy it is to milk!” said Lucy.
“T did not know that it was so easy.”