The Milkmaid and Her Pail
farmer's daughter had been out to milk the cows, and was returning to the dairy
carrying her pail of milk upon her head.
she walked along, she fell a musing after this fashion: "The milk in this
pail will provide me with cream, which I will make into butter and take to
market to sell. With the money I will buy a number of eggs, and these, when
hatched, will produce chickens, and by and by I shall have quite a large poultry
yard. Then I shall sell some of my fowls and with the money which they will
bring in I will buy myself a new gown, which I shall wear when I go to the fair,
and all the young fellows will admire it, and come and make love to me, but I
shall toss my head and have nothing to say to them."
all about the pail, and suiting the action to the word, she tossed her head.
Down went the pail, all the milk was spilled, and all her fine castles in the
air vanished in a moment!
not count your chickens before they are hatched.