CHAPTER III

IS THE COUNTRY GIRL HAPPY ON THE FARM?

Let the mighty and great Roll in splendor and state! I envy them not, I declare it. I eat my own lamb, My own chicken and ham, I shear my own sheep and I wear it.

I have lawns, I have bowers, I have fruits, I have flowers. My lark is my morning's charmer; So you jolly dogs now Here's God bless the plow-- Long life and content to the farmer.

_Inscription on an old English pitcher._