t, only exercising enough to keep them in health. If a cow
is hurried or worried, or chilled or heated, it stops her milk yield.
And bad usage poisons it. John says you can't take a stick and strike a
cow across the back, without her milk being that much worse, and as for
drinking the milk that comes from a cow that isn't kept clean, you'd
better throw it away and drink water. When I was in Chicago, my
sister-in-law kept complaining to her milkman about what she called the
'cowy' smell to her milk. 'It's the animal odor, ma'am,' he said, 'and
it can't be helped. All milk smells like that.' 'It's dirt,' I said,
when she asked my opinion about it. 'I'll wager my best bonnet that that
man's cows are kept dirty. Their skins are plastered up with filth, and
as the poison in them can't escape that way it's coming out through the
milk, and you're helping to dispose of it.' She was astonished to hear
this, and she got her milkman's address, and one day dropped in upon
him. She said that his cows were standing in a stable that was
comparatively clean, but that their bodies were in just the state that I
described them as living in. She advised the man to card and brush his
cows every day, and said that he need bring her no more milk.

"That shows how you city people are imposed upon with regard to your
milk. I should think you'd be poisoned with the treatment your cows
receive, and even when your milk is examined you can't tell whether it
is pure or not. In New York the law only requires thirteen per cent. of
solids in milk. That's absurd, for you can feed a cow on swill and still
get fourteen per cent. of solids in it. Oh! you city people are queer."

Miss Laura laughed heartily "What a prejudice you have against large
towns, auntie."

"Yes, I have," said Mrs. Wood, honestly. "I often wish we could break up
a few of our cities, and scatter the people through the country. Look at
the lovely farms all about here, some of them with only an old man and
woman on them. The boys are off to the cities, slaving in stores and
offices, and growing pale and sickly. It would have broken my heart if
Harry had taken to city ways. I had a plain talk with your uncle when I
married him, and said, 'Now, my boy's only a baby, and I want him to be
brought up so that he will love country life. How are we going to manage
it?'

"Your uncle looked at me with a sly twinkle in his eye, and said I was a
pretty fair specimen of a country girl, suppose we