"Look, look, Drusilla!"

Drusilla looked up quickly, and there was the milk-white face and
golden horns of the cow peering through the vines in the window. She
was eating some of the pink and white roses.

Drusilla and her father hastened out with joyful exclamations, and
there was the cow, sure enough. A couple of huge wicker baskets were
slung across her broad back, and one was filled to the brim with gold
coins, and the other with jewels, diamonds, pearls and rubies.

When Drusilla and her father saw them, they both threw their arms
around the gold-horned cow's neck, and cried for joy. She turned her
head and gazed at them a moment with her calm, gentle eyes; then she
went on eating roses.

When the King heard of all this, he came with the Queen in a golden
coach, to see Drusilla and her father. "I am convinced now of your
truthfulness," he said majestically, when the Court Jeweler had
examined the cow's horns to see if they were true gold, and not merely
gilded, and he had seen with his own eyes the two baskets full of
coins and jewels. "And, if you would like to be Princess, you can be,
and also marry the Prince of Egypt."

But Drusilla threw her arms around her father's neck. "No; your
Majesty," she said timidly, "I had rather stay with my father, if you
please, than be a Princess, and I rather live here and tend my dear
cow, than marry the Prince of Egypt."