"Yes, papa; but how funnily the cow drinks! She puts her head into the
water."
"And you think that if she were a polite cow she would not think of
doing such a vulgar thing, but would wait till they gave her a glass;
eh, Rosy?"
"She hasn't got any hands, papa," cried Rosy, "so she couldn't, I
'spose."
"No," said papa; "so I think that we must excuse and forgive the poor
thing, until Rosy can teach her a better plan."
And Rosy trotted home by his side, thinking how much she should like to
try drinking after the cow's fashion.
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