Mrs. Peterkin was afraid Amanda did not under stand about taking care of the milk; yet she had been down to overlook her, and she was sure the pans and the closet were all clean.
“Suppose we send a pitcher of cream over to the lady from Philadelphia to try,” said Elizabeth Eliza; “it will be a pretty attention before she goes.”
“It might be awkward if she didn’t like it,” said Solomon John. “Perhaps something is the matter with the grass.”
“I gave the cow an apple to eat yesterday,” said one of the little boys, remorsefully.
Elizabeth Eliza went over, and Mrs. Peterkin too, and explained all to the lady from Philadelphia, asking her to taste the milk.
The lady from Philadelphia tasted, and said the truth was that the milk was sour!
“I was afraid it was so,” said Mrs. Peterkin; “but I didn’t know what to expect from these new kinds of cows.”
The lady from Philadelphia asked where the milk was kept.
“In the new dairy,” answered Elizabeth Eliza.
“Is that in a cool place?” asked the lady from Philadelphia.