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[Illustration: "She was very pleased to have her mug filled--the mug
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Sheldon & Company.]




        LITTLE ROSY'S TRAVELS.

        SIX VOLUMES.


        ON THE JOURNEY.
        A WALK AND A DRIVE.
        THE DUCKS AND PIGS.
        THE WOUNDED BIRD.
        A SAD ADVENTURE.
        THE DOCTOR'S VISIT.




Little Rosy's Travels.

A WALK AND A DRIVE.

ILLUSTRATED.

        New York:
        SHELDON AND COMPANY.
        1870.




        Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868,
        By SHELDON AND COMPANY,
        In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the
                Southern
        District of New York.


        Electrotyped at the
        BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY,
        No. 19 Spring Lane.




A Walk and a Drive.




VISIT TO THE DAIRY.


WHEN Rosy opened her eyes the next morning the sun was shining so
brightly that she was obliged to shut them again. But a great many
thoughts came into her little head, and she was in a great hurry to get
up.

Nurse said it was not time yet, and that she was very sleepy; but when
the little girl had climbed into her bed, and given her a great many
soft kisses, and told her how much she wanted to take a walk before
breakfast, the kind nursey first rubbed her eyes, then opened them, and
then got out of bed.

While she was dressing, Rosy began to put on her own shoes and stockings
and some of her clothes; for she had already learnt to do a great deal
for herself.

She peeped out of window to look for the birds, but for some time she
could not see any.

Rosy thought this very strange, for she remembered how she used to hear
the dear little birdies sing when she had been in the country in
England; but nurse could not explain the puzzle; so Rosy settled that it
was to be a question for her papa. Of course he would know; he always
knew everything.

When they were quite ready, nurse said,--

"Now, my darling, if you like, we will go and get your milk for
breakfast; for I know where it is to be had, and nice, new, good milk I
hope it may be, to make my little Trotty very fat."

"Is not Rosy fat now?" asked the little girl, in surprise, and feeling
first her plump cheeks and then her round arms with her stumpy little
fingers.

"O, pretty well," said nurse laughing, "but you may be fatter yet, and I
like fat little girls."

They had not to walk far before they came to the place where the milk
was sold. It was called a farm; and nurse took Rosy in, and said she
should see the dairy if the good woman would let her.

Rosy did not know what a dairy meant; but she supposed that it was
something curious, and tripped merrily along, wondering what she should
see, till they came to a room which had a floor made of red tiles, on
which stood at least ten or twelve large open bowls full of new milk.

Now Rosy happened to be very fond of milk; and as she was just then
quite ready for her breakfast, she was very pleased to have her mug
filled,--the mug which she had brought on purpose, as nurse told
her,--and then take a good drink.

"Ah, nurse, how good it is!" she cried; "but what is all this sticking
to my lips? It is not white like our milk. See, there is something on
the top of it!" and she held out her mug to show her.

"Ah, that's cream, good cream. We did not get milk like this in Paris,"
said nurse; "and I'm sure we don't in London. There's no water here, is
there, madame?"

But madame did not understand English; so nurse was obliged, by looking
very pleased, to make her see that she thought her milk very good.

"But it's very bad of the other people to put water in my milk," said
Rosy, frowning. "I shall ask my papa to scold them when we go home; and
I shall take a great mugful of this nice milk to show my grandmamma."

"Well, now say good by prettily in French, as your papa teaches you,"
said nurse, "and then we'll go home, and I dare