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Page 19
"Read it out, Midge; I always love to hear letters from cows."
So Marjorie read the cow's note:
"Mopsy Midge, come out to play;
I've waited for you all the day.
In the Garden and by the brook,
All day for you I vainly look.
With anxious brow and gaze intense
I lean against the old rail fence,
And moo and moo, and moo, and moo,
In hopes I may be heard by you.
And if I were not so forlorn,
I think I'd try to blow my horn.
Oh, come back, Midget, come back now,
And cheer your lonely, waiting
Cow."
"Now, that's a first-class letter," declared Uncle Steve. "I
always thought that cow was a poet. She looks so romantic when she
gazes out over the bars. You ought to be pleased, Marjorie, that
you have such loving friends at Haslemere."
"Pleased! I'm tickled to death! I never had letters that I liked
so well. And just think, I have three left yet that I haven't
opened. I wonder who they can be from."
"When you wonder a thing like that, it always seems to me a good
idea to open them and find out."
"I just do believe I will! Why, this one," and Marjorie hastily
tore open another letter, "this one, Uncle, is from old Bet!"
"Betsy! That old horse! Well, she must have put on her spectacles
to see to write it. But I suppose when she saw Ned and Dick
writing, she didn't want them to get ahead of her, so she went to
work too. Well, do read it, I'm surely interested to hear old
Betsy's letter."
"Listen then," said Marjorie:
"DEAR LITTLE MIDGE:
I'm lonesome here,
Without your merry smiles to cheer.
I mope around the livelong day,
And scarcely care to munch my hay.
I am so doleful and so sad,
I really do feel awful bad!
Oh hurry, Midge, and come back soon;
Perhaps to-morrow afternoon.
And then my woe I will forget,
And smile again.
Your lonesome BET"
"Well, she is an affectionate old thing," said Uncle Steve; "and
truly, Midget, I thought she was feeling lonesome this morning.
She didn't seem to care to eat anything, and she never smiled at
me at all."
"She's a good old horse, Uncle, but I don't like her as much as I
do Ned and Dick. But don't ever tell Betsy this, for I wouldn't
hurt her feelings for anything."
"Oh, yes, just because Ned and Dick are spirited, fast horses you
like them better than poor, old Betsy, who used to haul you around
when you were a baby."
"Oh, I like her well enough; and, anyway, I think a heap more of
her now, since she wrote me such an affectionate letter. Now,
Uncle, if you'll believe it, this next one is from the chickens!
Would you have believed that little bits of yellow chickens, in an
incubator, could write a nice, clear letter like this? I do think
it's wonderful! Just listen to it:
"DEAR MOPSY:
Why
Are you away?
We weep and cry
All through the day.
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