THE FARM. 87

Charles, who was looking out of a window, cried
out, ‘Oh! see the cow—the beautiful spotted
cow !”

All eyes were attracted to the window, and
there was a very pretty, gentle-looking cow,
walking quietly along the:road towards the house;
and, following her with a switch in her hand,
which, however, she seemed to have no occasion
to use, was a little girl, with just such a calico
bonnet, such a coarse dress, and such stout shoes
as those. worn by Mrs. Nye. The bonnet had
fallen entirely from her head, and hung by ‘its
strings around her neck. On one arm she car-
ried a calico bag, evidently containing books, ‘and
on the'other an empty basket.

“What a pretty little girl!’ said Mrs. Lovett,
as'she saw the glossy, waving brown hair, the
glowing, healthy. complexion, and, what pleased
her most, the frank, smiling expression of her
face.

“That is my daughter Clara, ma’am,” said the
pleased Mrs. Nye, who had heard her through
the open window of the parlour, as ‘she stood in.
the yard below.