"No," said Rose, hanging her head, "I haven't never been to school, 'cause mamma says I'm not velly well."
"'Fore I'd be a cry-baby, Mrs. Midge," returned Flaxie, enjoying the very humble look on her cousin's face. "You wouldn't dare go to school, 'cause there are cows in the road."
"I'm 'fraid of cows when they have their hooks on," said Rosie, still hanging her head.
"I guess everybody knows that. Will you please pass the cream-pitcher?"
"It's velly funny queam" said dear little Rose, winking away her tears.
"This isn't cream, ma'am; it's condensed milk."
"Condemned milk?"
"No: I said condensed, not condemned. You look as if you never saw any before."