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THE COUNTRY MAID AND HER MILK-PAIL
A Country Maid was walking slowly along with a pail of milk upon her head,
and thinking thus: "The money for which I shall sell this milk will enable
me to increase my stock of eggs to three hundred. These eggs, allowing for
what may prove addled, and what may be destroyed by vermin, will produce, at
least, two hundred and fifty chickens. The chickens will be fit to carry to
market about Christmas, when poultry always brings a good price, so that by
May Day I shall have money enough to buy a new gown. Let me see—green
suits my complexion best; yes, it shall be green. In this dress I will go to
the fair, where all the young fellows will want me for a partner, but I shall,
perhaps, refuse every one of them,"—and by this time she was so full of
her fancy that she tossed her head proudly, when over went the pail, which she
had entirely forgotten, and all the milk was spilled on the ground.
Donít count your chickens before they are hatched.