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FTER dinner, Aunt Pitt said to Cousin George, “I think,
my dear, your cousin would like to run about a little while
before bed-time. Should you like to see the cows milked, Harry ?”

“Yes, Aunt, very much indeed,” said I.

“Then go, my dears, and tell Phoebe, the milkmaid, to give
you each a glass of fresh warm milk.”

Away we all ran, and George took us into a beautiful meadow,
all golden with buttercups, in which were seven cows, and a pretty
little calf, which was lying down close to its mother, under the shade
of a great beech tree. Phoebe was milking one cow, and Tom, the
farm man, another. The poor things stood quite still to be milked,
and looked very kind and gentle. But that foolish little Annie was
afraid to go into the field ; and as we could not leave her, we waited
at the gate, and looked on till the milking was over. Then George
gave Phcebe his mother’s message, and she bade us follow her to
the dairy, where she gave us each a large cupful of milk, which
tasted quite different from London cows’ milk, I assure you; and
Phoebe promised us a cup next morning at milking time.

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