"Perhaps, we shall see;" and gave her another kiss.
Then Rosy showed her papa where the farm was; and when they came near, they saw the farmer's wife standing at the door, as if she expected her little visitor.
Rosy did not forget to say,—
"Bon jour, madame," which means "Good morning" in English, you know.
Papa asked in French if they could see the cows, and the good woman was kind enough to take them round to the water where they were drinking.
There was a black one, and a black and white one, and a red one, and another with red spots. We cannot find room for them all in the picture; but you will see the one which was drinking.
Rosy admired them very much, and wanted to go as near as she could that she might see them well; for although they were so very big and had such long legs, she was not a bit afraid of them. She never was afraid of anything when her papa was by, because he was so very strong—stronger than all the world she thought.
"Who made the cows, Rosy?" asked her papa, when she had looked at them a little while.
"God," said Rosy, softly; "God made everything, didn't he, papa? Why did he make the cows?" she asked, after thinking a minute.