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Dusked seemed the eve as the cows trod in Under the roof-drip each to her stalling; Full udders crusht shagged thighs between Were warm to my hands in the chill air's palling; And through the wind's drifting of leaves yet green "Hou, hou," neared the neatherd's calling....

"HOU, Hou," went the neatherd moaning Down along by the pasture's side; He turned the cows at the midden-yard loaning, The loitering cows in the brown owl-tide: Pale rose the last one, munching, droning, With wet grass stains on her udder and hide.

Having finished giving them their lessons, she was putting the French exercise-books together and thinking, as she did it, of the various things royal personages in disguise were called upon to do: Alfred the Great, for instance, burning the cakes and getting his ears boxed by the wife of the neatherd.

She would not have it; she was quite near her and was so enraged that she actually flew at her and boxed her ears—exactly as the neatherd’s wife had boxed King Alfred’s.

But God had care of little Denneys and found him food, for by and by he came to an open space in the forest, where there was a neatherd's hut, and that was a very pleasant place.