The birds sang so gayly
To bless the bright day,
And sweetly the baby
Talked and laughed by the way.

V.

Now Lucy knew well
There was naught to alarm--
Old Brindle was gentle,
And would do her no harm.

VI.

But the cow raised her head
And looked round so bold,
That she started and shrieked,
And made Ellenore scold.

VII.

Then the man at the mill
Rushed out in a fright,
And seeing Miss Lucy
All trembling and white,

[Illustration: FRIGHTENED BY A COW.]

VIII.