"She hasn't got any hands, papa," cried Rosy, "so she couldn't, I 'spose."
"No," said papa; "so I think that we must excuse and forgive the poor thing, until Rosy can teach her a better plan."
And Rosy trotted home by his side, thinking how much she should like to try drinking after the cow's fashion.
ROSY'S VISIT TO THE HENS.
OSY was very hungry when she got home to breakfast, for the fresh morning air had given her an appetite.