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Scene 4
To the Ranch-House to get Milk

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  By-and-by, some time long it was , she took me from under the bed and gave me a spanking. She did not have time to give me a spanking when she put me under the bed. She left me there until she did have time.
  After she did it she sent me to the ranch-house to get milk for the baby . I walked slow through the oak grove , looking for caterpillars. I found nine. Then I went to the pig-pen . The chore boy was fixing back the rails I had pulled down. His temper was quite warm . He was saying prayer words in a very quick way. I went not near unto him. I slipped around near Michael Angelo Sanzio Raphael . I peeked in between the fence-rails. Aphrodite was again in the pig-pen. She was snoozing, so I tiptoed over to the rain-barrel by the barn. I raised mosquitoes in the rain-barrel for my pet bats. Aristotle eats more mosquitoes than Plato and Pliny eat.
  On my way to the house I met Clementine , the Plymouth Rock hen , with her family. She only has twelve baby chickens now. The grandpa say the other one she did have died of new monia because I gave it too many baths for its health. When I came to the house one of the cats, a black one, was sitting on the doorstep. I have not friendly feelings for that big black cat . Day before the day that was yesterday I saw him kill the mother hummingbird. He knocked her with his paw when she came to the nasturtiums. I didn't even speak to him.
  Just as I was going to knock on the back door for the milk, I heard a voice on the front porch. It was the voice of a person who has an understanding soul . I hurried around to the front porch. There was Sadie McKibben with a basket on her arm. She beamed a smile at me. I went over and nestled up against her blue gingham apron with cross stitches on it. The freckles on Sadie McKibben's wrinkled face are as many as are the stars in the Milky Way, and she is awful old -- going on forty. Her hands are all brown and cracked like the dried-up mud-puddles by the roadside in July, and she has an understanding soul. She always has bandages ready in her pantry when some of my pets get hurt. There are cookies in her cookie-jar when I don't get home for meals, and she allows me to stake out earthworm claims in her back yard.
  She walked along beside me when I took the milk home. When she came near the lane , she took from her basket wrapping-papers and gave them to me to print upon. Then she kissed me good-bye upon the cheek and went her way to her home. I went my way to the house we live in . After the mamma had switched me for not getting back sooner with the milk, she told me to fix the milk for the baby . The baby's bottle used to be a brandy bottle, but it evoluted into a milk bottle when they put a nipple onto it.
  I sit here on the doorstep printing this on the wrapping-paper Sadie McKibben gave me. the baby is in bed asleep. The mamma and the rest of the folks is gone to the ranch-house . When they went away, she said for me to stay in the doorway to see that nothing comes to carry the baby away . By the step is Brave Horatius . At my feet is Thomas Chatterton Jupiter Zeus . I hear songs -- lullaby songs of the trees. The back part of me feels a little bit sore, but I am happy listening to the twilight music of God's good world. I'm real glad I'm alive.
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