TEN MINUTES WITH JOHNNY.
O grandpa's cows chew gum, like Mr. Connor's cows, mamma?" asked Johnny, a few days ago, as he stood emptying his pockets of hay-seed on the dining-room carpet, after a visit to the barn.
"Cuds you mean, don't you, dear?" asked mamma.
"No, gum. Mr. Connor says it's gum; and they're his cows: so he knows."
"No, grandpa's cows chew cuds, like all good grass-eating cows. Perhaps Mr. Connor's cows do not eat grass or hay."
"Yes, they do," said Johnny. "I've seen 'em."
"Well, then," said mamma, "they must chew cuds."
"What are cuds, mamma?"
"Why, after the cow has chewed the fresh green grass or the dry hay in her mouth, she sends it down into a large stomach, to be soaked; then she sends it into another stomach, to be rolled into balls; then up it goes into her mouth again, to be chewed over; and each little ball is a cud."