38 THE LAND OF PL UCK

and filled with shining
brass kettles that were
brimming with milk when
it started on its round.
How nimbly the little ani-
mals trot over the stones !
How promptly they heed
the voice of their young
master stalking leisurely
along the sidew— no,
not on the — sidewalk,
but on the narrow foot-
path of yellow brick that
stretches along near the
houses! Excepting this,

 

the cobble pavement, if
Tee ar ecu: there be no canal, reaches
entirely across the street from door to door. Occasionally

one may see dogs dragging tiny fish-carts. They jog

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