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I was at a farm-house once when some high holiday was beingcelebrated. I don't remember what the occasion was, but it wassomething festive, a May Day or Quarter Day,Stitched NFL Patch, or something of thatsort, and they put a garland of flowers round the head of one of thecows. Well,Jackor, that absurd quadruped went about all day as perky as aschoolgirl in a new frock; and when they took the wreath off shebecame quite sulky, and they had to put it on again before she wouldstand still to be milked. This is not a Percy anecdote. It is plain,sober truth.
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