THE FOUR-LEAVED CLOVER. NOT many years since a farmer lived in
Bosfrancan in St Burrien, who had a very fine red-and-white cow
called Daisey. The cow was always fat, with her dewlaps and
udder sweeping the grass. Daisey held her milk from calf to
calf; had an udder like a bucket, yet she would never yield more
than a gallon or so of milk, when one might plainly see that she
had still at least two gallons more in her udder. All at once,
when the milk was in full flow, she would give a gentle bleat,
cock up her ears, and the milk would stop at once. If the
milkmaid tried to get any more from her after that, she would up
foot, kick the bucket, and spill all the milk, yet stand as
still as a stock, and keep chewing her cud all the time.
Everybody would have thought the cow bewitched, if she hadn't
been always fat and held her milk all the year round; besides,
everything prospered with the farmer, and all the other cows had
more milk than any of the neighbours. No one could tell what the
deuce could be the matter