Swifter than the moony sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green:'

Do you know what a fairy is, Imogen?" asked Star, looking up again
suddenly.

But this time it was very evident that Imogen (who was, in truth,
a large white cow, with a bell round her neck) was paying no attention
whatever to the reading; for she had fairly turned her back, and was
leisurely cropping the short grass, swaying her tail in a comfortable
and reflective manner the while.

Star sprang to her feet, and seizing the delinquent's horns, shook
them with all her might.

"How dare you turn your back when I am reading?" she cried. "I'm just
ashamed of you! You're a disgrace to me, Imogen. Why, you are as
ignorant as a--as--as a lobster! and you a great cow with four whole
legs. A--a--ah! shame on you!"

Imogen rubbed her head deprecatingly against the small pink shoulder,
and uttered a soft and apologetic "moo;" but Star was not ready to
be mollified yet.

"And you know it's my _own_ book, too!" she continued, reproachfully.
"My own Willum Shakespeare, that I love more--well, no! not _more_
than I love you, Imogen, but just as much, and almost nearly half
as much as I love Daddy Captain.