"Good by, dear cowies, and thank you very much for my nice milk."
Rosy wanted to walk round the other side where there was a very gentle, kind-looking cow, that was not in the water, because she thought that she would like to stroke her; but her papa told her to look at those two great horns. And he said that cows did not like little girls to take liberties with them unless they knew them, and that this cow did not know her, and might think her very saucy, and poke out her horns to teach her to keep a proper distance. If she did, he said he thought Rosy would not like that poke, for it might hurt her, so he advised her to keep quite out of the good cow's way.
Then she stood at a little distance to watch her drinking, and Rosy's papa said,—
"See how she enjoys it! Cows like to come here sometimes, like little girls; but French cows don't get out of their houses so often as English ones."
"Don't they, papa?" said Rosy. "Then I should think they must often wish to go to England."
Papa laughed, and said,—
"Perhaps they would wish it if they knew how their English cousins enjoy themselves; but I think they look pretty happy; don't you, Rosy?"
Rosy said,—
"Yes, papa; but how funnily the cow drinks! She puts her head into the water."
"And you think that if she were a polite cow she would not think of doing such a vulgar thing, but would wait till they gave her a glass; eh, Rosy?"