88 THE COUSINS.

‘*She seems to have books with her, Mrs. Nye;
has she been to school ?”

“Yes, ma’am, she goes to school every day
except Saturday; and when she is coming home
in the evening, as she passes the pasture, she just
drives the cow along with her, and that puts me
in mind to go and milk the poor thing; she seem-
ed to want it bad enough.” Mrs. Nye turned
away to look for her pails.

“Aunt Lovett, don’t you think Mrs. Nye
would let me go and sce her milking the cow ?”
said Mary.

“Ask her, my dear; there, she is passing the
window.”

Mary looked wishfully at her, but could not
summon courage to call; but Charles cried out
from his window, “Mrs Nye, won’t you let
Cousin Mary and me come with you ?”

“Oh, yes, come along.’

“And Cousin Lucy,” said Mary, looking doubt-
fully at Lucy.

“And sister Lucy too,” sung out Charles to the
now distant Mrs. Nye.

“Yes, oh yes!” was returned; and this time