A FARMER’S daughter was carrying her Pail of milk from the field to the farmhouse, when she fell a-musing. —
“The money for which this milk will be sold, will buy at least three hundred eggs. —
The eggs, allowing for all mishaps, will produce two hundred and fifty chickens. —
The chickens will become ready for the market when poultry will fetch the highest price, so that by the end of the year I shall have money enough from my share to buy a new gown. —
In this dress I will go to the Christmas parties, where all the young fellows will propose to me, but I will toss my head and refuse them every one. —
” At this moment she tossed her head in unison with her thoughts, when down fell the milk pail to the ground, and all her imaginary schemes perished in a moment.