Then a wonderful thing happened to Silly Will. I can’t explain how or why it happened. Suddenly he felt all warm and comfortable. “Perhaps I’m freezing,” he thought. “I’ve heard that people feel warm when they are almost frozen to death.”
Slowly he put out his hand. Surely that was a linen sheet! Surely that was a woolen blanket. Surely he had on his flannel nightgown. He sat straight up. Surely this was his own bed: this was his own room: this was his own house. He could scarcely believe his eyes. He gave a great shout.
“Moo-oo-oo,” answered a cow under a tree outside his window. And the leaves of the tree rustled at him too.
“Hello, old cow! Hello, old tree!” cried Silly Will running to the window. “Isn’t it good we’re all alive?” And when you think of it that wasn’t a silly remark at all!
“Moo-oo-oo,” lowed the old cow. “Swish-sh-sh-sh,” rustled the tree. And suddenly Silly Will thought he understood! I wonder if he did!
EBEN’S COWS
This story attempts to make an industrial process a background for real adventure.