"The cows! the cows! Shall we go and see them?"
"If you will make great haste," said the nurse; "but it is getting
late."
Rosy never got dressed more quickly. She did not much like even to wait
for her morning splash; and while her curls were being combed, she kept
saying, "Won't it do, nurse?" and then rather hindering by holding up
her little face for a kiss.
As soon as she was quite ready she bustled off, and got down stairs
first. Whom should she see there but papa himself, with his hat on?
He said that he would take her to see the cows, and even carry her a
little way if she got tired.
How very kind that was! But would such a great girl as Rosy get tired?
O, dear, no; at least, so she said, for Rosy did not like to be thought
a baby now, though somehow or other it did sometimes happens that after
a long walk her feet would ache a little bit, and then papa's shoulder
made a very comfortable seat.
She was half afraid now that nursey might be sorry not to see the cows,
and ran back to whisper that if she liked she might dress one of the
dollies instead. That was meant for a treat, you know; and nursey
laughed, and said,--
"Perhaps, we shall see;" and gave her another kiss.
Then Rosy showed her papa where the farm was; and when they came near,
they saw the farmer's wife standing at the door, as if she expected her
little visitor.