"Bon jour, madame," which means "Good morning" in English, you know.
Papa asked in French if they could see the cows, and the good woman was
kind enough to take them round to the water where they were drinking.
There was a black one, and a black and white one, and a red one, and
another with red spots. We cannot find room for them all in the
picture; but you will see the one which was drinking.
Rosy admired them very much, and wanted to go as near as she could that
she might see them well; for although they were so very big and had such
long legs, she was not a bit afraid of them. She never was afraid of
anything when her papa was by, because he was so very strong--stronger
than all the world she thought.
"Who made the cows, Rosy?" asked her papa, when she had looked at them a
little while.
"God," said Rosy, softly; "God made everything, didn't he, papa? Why did
he make the cows?" she asked, after thinking a minute.
"To give us good milk, such as you had yesterday, Rosy, and to make you
and other little girls and boys fat and strong. Was not that very good
of God!"
"Yes, papa," said Rosy, again.
"Then will you remember that, my little one, when you say, by and by, 'I
thank God for my nice bread and milk'?"