about walking off with strangers, and they hung back.

But when Bunny looked at the empty milk pail and remembered that there
was no milk in camp for supper, and none with which his mother could
make the pudding he and his sister liked so much, he made up his mind it
would be all right to go to the little cabin in the woods.

"Come on," urged the old man.

"Do you sell milk?" asked Sue.

"Oh, yes, little girl. Though my cow with the crumpled horn does not
give such a lot of milk, there is more than I use. I sell what I can,
but even then I have some left over. I have plenty to sell to you."

"We only want a quart," said Bunny. "That's all we have money for.
Mother gave us some extra pennies when we went for milk to the
farmhouse, but we have only six cents left. Will that buy a quart of
milk?"

"It will here in the woods and the country," answered the old man, "but
it wouldn't in the city. However, my crumpled-horn cow's milk is only
six cents a quart."

"Has your cow really got a crumpled horn?" asked Sue eagerly, for she
loved queer things.

"Yes, she has a crumpled horn, but she isn't the one that jumped over
the moon," said the old man with a smile.