Why, you are as
ignorant as a--as--as a lobster! and you a great cow with four whole
legs. A--a--ah! shame on you!"
Imogen rubbed her head deprecatingly against the small pink shoulder,
and uttered a soft and apologetic "moo;" but Star was not ready to
be mollified yet.
"And you know it's my _own_ book, too!" she continued, reproachfully.
"My own Willum Shakespeare, that I love more--well, no! not _more_
than I love you, Imogen, but just as much, and almost nearly half
as much as I love Daddy Captain.
"But after all," she added, with a smile flitting over her frowning
little face, "after all, you poor dear, you _are_ only a cow, and
I don't suppose you know." And then she hugged Imogen, and blew a
little into one of her ears, to make her wink it, and the two were
very friendly again.
"Perhaps you would like to know, Imogen," said Star, confidentially,
seating herself once more on the ground, "_why_ I am so fond of Willum
Shakespeare. So I will tell you. It is really part of _my_ story,
but Daddy Captain didn't get as far as that last night, so I think
I will tell it to you. Well!" she drew a long breath of enjoyment,
and, clasping her hands round her knees, settled herself for a "good
talk.
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