One
of the little boys were lying in a bunch of dark leaves. He was
moving.
The cow glared, but did not stir. Another little boy was pulling his
india-rubber boots out of the mud. The cow still looked at him.
Another was feeling the top of his head. The cow began to crop the
grass, still looking at him.
Agamemnon had reached and opened the shed-door. The little
boys were next seen running toward it.
A crowd of neighbors, with pitchforks, had returned meanwhile
with Elizabeth Eliza. Solomon John had brought four druggists.
But, by the time they had reached the house, the three little boys
were safe in the arms of their mother!
"This is too dangerous a form of education," she cried; "I had
rather they went to school."
"No!" they bravely cried. They were still willing to try the other
way.
THE EDUCATIONAL BREAKFAST. MRS. PETERKIN'S
nerves were so shaken by the excitement of the fall of the three
little boys into the enclosure where the cow was kept that the
educational breakfast was long postponed. The little boys
continued at school, as before, and the conversation dwelt as little
as possible upon the subject of education.
Mrs. Peterkin's spirits, however, gradually recovered. The little
boys were allowed to watch the cow at her feed. A series of
strings were arranged by Agamemnon and Solomon John, by
which the little boys could be pulled up, if they should again fall
down into the enclosure.
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