THE MILKMAID AND HER PAIL
A farmer’s daughter had been
out to milk the cows, and was returning to the dairy
carrying her pail of milk upon her head. As 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.” Forgetting 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!
Do not count your chickens
before they are hatched.