Away danced Letty, and soon she was peeping and peering under every leaf and grass blade; but no gleam of scarlet, no pretty clusters of red and white could she see. Evidently it was not a strawberry meadow. She came back to the tree, and said,—
“There are no strawberries, at all, Miss Sophia, not even one. But I have found something else. Wouldn’t you like to see it? Something very pretty.”
“What is it, dear?” asked Miss Sophia. “A flower? I should like to see it, certainly.”
“No, it is not a flower,” said Letty; “it’s a cow.”
“What?” cried Miss Sophia, springing to her feet.
“A cow,” said Letty, “a pretty, spotted cow. She’s coming after me, I think.”
Miss Sophia looked in the direction which Letty pointed, and there, to be sure, was a cow, moving slowly toward them. She gave a shriek of terror; then, controlling herself, she threw her arms around Letty.
“Be calm, my child!” she said, “I will save you! Be calm!”
“Why, what is the matter, Miss Sophia?” cried Letty in alarm.
Miss Sophia’s face was very pale, and she trembled; but she seized Letty’s arm, and bade her walk as fast as she could.