have the cans, and would be glad to give you each a quart. You might
have berries for dinner," she finished.

"We would be very glad of the milk," spoke up Harry, promptly, always
wide awake and polite when there was a question that concerned
farmers.

"Do you live far?" asked the woman.

"Only at the Cliffs," said Harry. "We will soon he home now. But we
were lost until your cow found us. She brought us here, or we would
be in the woods yet."

"Well, I do declare!" laughed the little woman, filling each of three
pails from the fresh milk, that stood on a bench, under the kitchen
window. "Now, our man goes right by your house to-morrow morning, and
if you leave the pails outside he will get them. Maybe your mothers
might like some fresh milk, or buttermilk, or fresh eggs, or new
butter?" she asked.

"Shouldn't wonder," said Hal. "We have hard work to get fresh stuff;
they seem to send it all to the hotels. I'll let the man know when he
comes for the pails."

"Thank you, thank you," replied the little woman, "and much obliged
for bringing Daisy home. If you ever want a drink of milk, and are
out this way, just knock at my door and I'll see you don't go away
thirsty."

After more thanks on both sides, the lost boys started homeward, like