Elizabeth Eliza had her scarlet sack dyed brown a fortnight before.
It was the one she did her gardening in, and it might have
infuriated the cow. And she kept out of the garden the first day or
two.

Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza bought the best kind of
milk-pans, of every size.

But there was a little disappointment about the taste of the milk.

The little boys liked it, and drank large mugs of it. Elizabeth Eliza
said she could never learn to love milk warm from the cow,
though she would like to do her best to patronize the cow.

Mrs. Peterkin was afraid Amanda did not under stand about taking
care of the milk; yet she had been down to overlook her, and she
was sure the pans and the closet were all clean.

"Suppose we send a pitcher of cream over to the lady from
Philadelphia to try,"

said Elizabeth Eliza; "it will be a pretty attention before she goes."

"It might be awkward if she didn't like it," said Solomon John.
"Perhaps something is the matter with the grass."

"I gave the cow an apple to eat yesterday," said one of the little
boys, remorsefully.

Elizabeth Eliza went over, and Mrs. Peterkin too, and explained all