pudding he and his sister liked so much, he made up his mind it
would be all right to go to the little cabin in the woods.

"Come on," urged the old man.

"Do you sell milk?" asked Sue.

"Oh, yes, little girl. Though my cow with the crumpled horn does not
give such a lot of milk, there is more than I use. I sell what I can,
but even then I have some left over. I have plenty to sell to you."

"We only want a quart," said Bunny. "That's all we have money for.
Mother gave us some extra pennies when we went for milk to the
farmhouse, but we have only six cents left. Will that buy a quart of
milk?"

"It will here in the woods and the country," answered the old man, "but
it wouldn't in the city. However, my crumpled-horn cow's milk is only
six cents a quart."

"Has your cow really got a crumpled horn?" asked Sue eagerly, for she
loved queer things.

"Yes, she has a crumpled horn, but she isn't the one that jumped over
the moon," said the old man with a smile.

The children liked him better after that, though when Bunny found a
chance to whisper to his sister as they walked through the woods, along
the path and behind the old man, the little boy said:

"I guess he means to be kind, but he's kind of _funny_, isn't he?"

"A little bit," answered Sue.

The old man walked on ahead, the children, hand in hand, following, and
the bushes clinked against the empty tin pail that Bunny carried.

"Here you are," said the old man, as he turned on the path, and before
them Bunny and his sister saw a log cabin. Near it was a shed, and as
the children stopped and looked, from the shed came a long, low "Moo!"

"Oh, is that the crumpled-horn cow?" asked Sue.

"Yes," answered the old man. "I'll get some of her milk for you. I keep
it in a pail down in the spring, so it will be cool. Let me take your
pail and I'll fill it for you while you go to see the cow. She is gentle
and won't hurt you."

Letting the old man take the pail, Bunny and Sue went to look at the
cow. The door of the shed was in two parts, and the children opened the
upper half.

"Moo!" called the cow as she stuck out her head.

"Oh, see, one of her horns _is_ crumpled!" cried Bunny.

"Let's wait, and _maybe_ she'll jump over the moon," suggested Sue, who
remembered the nursery rhyme of "Hey-diddle-diddle."

But though the children remained standing near the cow shed for two or
three minutes, the cow, one of whose horns was twisted, or crumpled,
made no ef