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.