'I'll wager my best bonnet that that man's cows are kept dirty.

Their skins are plastered up with filth and as the poison in them can't escape that way, it's coming out through the milk, and you're helping to dispose of it.' She was astonished to hear this, and she got her milkman's address, and one day dropped in upon him.

She said that this cows were standing in a stable that was comparatively clean, but that their bodies were in just the state that I described them as living in.

She advised the man to card and brush his cows every day, and said that he need bring her no more milk.
"That shows how you city people are imposed upon with regard to your milk.

I should think you'd be poisoned with the treatment your cows receive; and even when your milk is examined you can't tell whether it is pure or not.