CHAPTER IX.
_JUDGE TWIDDLER'S COW_.
For several months previous to last summer Judge Twiddler's family obtained milk from Mr.Biles, the most prominent milk-dealer in the village.

The prevailing impression among the Twiddlers was that Mr.
Biles supplied an exceedingly thin and watery fluid; and one day when the judge stepped over to pay his quarterly bill he determined to make complaint.

He found Mr.Biles in the yard mending the valve of his pump; and when the judge made a jocular remark to the effect that the dairy must be in a bad way when the pump was out of order, Mr.Biles, rising with his hammer in his hand, said, "Oh, I ain't going to deny that we water the milk.

I don't mind the joking about it.

But all I say is that when people say we do it from mercenary motives they slander the profession.