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"Brindle and Bess,

White-star and Jess—

Come, butter, come!

Eat cowslips fine,

Red columbine—

Come, butter, come!

Grasses, green and tall,

Clover, best of all,—

Come, butter, come!

And give every night

Milk sweet and white—

Come, butter, come!

Make the churn go.

See the lumps grow!—

Come, butter, come!"

Daisy sang also, and turned the handle till she was tired; then she helped Polly with the butter, and made four little pats,—one stamped with a star for papa, one with a rose for mamma, a strawberry for Aunt Wee, and a cow for herself. She skimmed a pitcher of cream with a shallow shell, and liked the work so much she asked to have a little pan of milk put by for her to take care of every day. Dolly promised, and gave her a small shell and a low shelf all to herself. When she went in, she carried her pretty pats in one hand, the cream-pot in the other, and entered the breakfast room looking as brisk and rosy as a little milkmaid.

It was a lovely morning when Daisy was next roused by the fairy music, and the ponies were standing at the door. "Are we going far?" she asked, as Wee put on her riding-skirt, and tied back her hair.