I can milk the kickiest one of the lot." "Do you milk the cows ?" "Sure--but what is that ?" The rider had caught sight of the picture.
"Did you make that ?" "Yes; I painted it." "My!" She dismounted, and with arm through bridle, she and the horse came up for a closer view of the picture.

The girl looked at it mutely for a moment.

"It's pretty" she said; "I wish I could make a picture like that." Mildred smiled at her.

She was such a round, rosy girl, so full of health and life and color.

Not such a little girl either, now a nearer view was obtained.