As she went along, she began
calculating what she would do with the money she would get for the milk.
I'll buy some fowls from Farmer Brown," said she, "and they will lay
eggs each morning, which I will sell to the parson's wife..
With the money that I get from the sale
of these eggs, I'll buy myself a new dimity frock and a chip hat; and
when I go to market, won't all the young men come up and speak to me!
Polly Shaw will be so jealous; but I
don't care. I shall just look at her and toss my head like this." As she
spoke that, she tossed her head back and the pail fell off it, and all
the milk was spilt!
MORAL: DO NOT COUNT YOUR CHICKENS BEFORE THEY ARE HATCHED.
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