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Show ANAKY GRAHAA. -DOyNNER. THE CALF "iloo, moo," said Mrs. Cow. "My child is so beautiful." The calf looked at his mother and his eyes seemed to say : "Am I, really, mother, dear? Well, that is very pleasant news. I am glad that you are proud of me." "Oil, so proud of you, my dear," said Mrs. Cow. "Moo, moo, you bav no Idea. "Of course, you are no longer my baby. You are growing to be pretty big now. "I haven't the sorrow that mothers must have when they see their babies grow out of their cunning long clothes nnd have to wear short ones. "I have seen the mother in the farmhouse, farm-house, and she really seemed quite sad nt first when her baby was no longer wearing long clothes. "She said : " 'He Isn't a baby any more.' "But then she seemed to cheer up right away again, for she seemed to "My Child Is So Beautiful." be so proud of her baby in the short clothes, too 1 "You never wore long clothes, my love. That Is where a calf baby is different from other babies. "I didn't think you would like long clothes, and so I never made you wear any. "I can't Imagine just what a calf baby would look like In long dresses. "I think it would be most uncomfortable. uncom-fortable. Of course, If you only had two legs it wouldn't be quite so awkward. awk-ward. "But to have four legs and long dresses would be too much. Oh, yes, that wouldn't do at all. "Then, too, it Is not the cow custom for the calves to wear long dresses when they are babies. "They never have, and I am not going to start a fashion which would be very foolish for cows to adopt. "Still, you have outgrown many of your little baby ways. You are stronger and bigger and you are get ting to be really big. "Before long you will be really grownup. Oh, yes, I will have to sea you grow out of baby calfhood into a big, big animal. "You will be splendid looking. You will be fine. You will be strong and healthy and you will be much adniirecL "But you won't be my baby any more." The calf nestled down near his mother and his mother put her head down on his dear calf body. "For a time, though, you will be my baby calf boy and I will be able tu pet you and love you and tell you stories of the sweet breezes and th pleasant stream and the river and the meadow and the woods in the distance. dis-tance. "I will be able to tell you stories of other calves and of the ways oj calves. "I will be able to tell you of th farmer and his wife and of his chll dren and of how good they are to us "I will be able to tell you of tha good meadow food we have and of the beautiful grazing there is to be found around here. "I will be able to watch over yog while you sleep and In my cow fash. Ion I will sing you a little cow lullaby "Some never know that, either aloud or to herself, many a cow mother sing9 this lullaby to her child. "I will sing It to you now, before you grow too big for a lullaby, for you are almost too old for It now. Almost but not quite 1" So Mrs. Cow sang the lullaby to he calf, and this was the way it went: Moo. moo. my little baby. Moo moo, my own calf child. Moo. moo, you're mother's darline. So gentle as yet, not the least bit wild. Moo, moo, my own little baby, Moo moo. my dear, sweet young cair, I never could tell you of all my love , No, I never could tell you even of half! |