right down to the river; but, of course, you wouldn't think them
nearly so nice as a sloping barn roof."

Marjorie knew she must stand teasing from Uncle Steve, but his
smile was so good-natured, and he was such a dear old uncle
anyway, that she didn't mind it very much.

"Suppose I read another letter," she said, quite ready to turn the
subject.

"Do; open that one with the typewritten address. I wonder who
could have written that! Perhaps the cow; she's very agile on the
typewriter."

The mental picture of the cow using the typewriter produced such
hilarity that it was a few moments before the letter was opened.

"It IS from the cow!" exclaimed Marjorie, "and she does write
beautifully on the machine. I don't see a single error."

"Read it out, Midge; I always love to hear letters from cows."

So Marjorie read the cow's note:

"Mopsy Midge, come out to play;
I've waited for you all the day.
In the Garden and by the brook,
All day for you I vainly look.
With anxious brow and gaze intense
I lean against the old rail fence,