All very well for Prince , who fights with the gulls over the last morsel . Put the cow out of your head , mother , we are very well off as we are . ' Maie sighed . She knew well that her husband was right , but she could not give up the idea of a cow . The buttermilk no longer tasted as good as usual in the coffee ; she thought of sweet cream and fresh butter , and of how there was nothing in the world to be compared with them . One day as Matte and his wife were cleaning herring on the shore they heard Prince barking , and soon there appeared a gaily painted boat with three young men in it , steering towards the rock . They were students , on a boating excursion , and wanted to get something to eat . ` Bring us a junket , good mother , ' cried they to Maie . ` Ah ! if only I had such a thing ! ' sighed Maie . ' A can of fresh milk , then , ' said the students ; ` but it must not be skim . ' ` Yes , if only I had it ! ' sighed the old woman , still more deeply . ` What ! have n't you got a cow ? ' Maie was silent . This question so struck her to the heart that she could not reply . ` We have no cow , ' Matte answered ; ` but we have good smoked herring , and can cook them in a couple of hours . ' ` All right , then , that will do , ' said the students , as they flung themselves down on the rock , while fifty silvery-white herring were turning on the spit in front of the fire .
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