"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 brought up Harry the
way I'd been brought up.
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