“Look in all your pockets!” Johnny suggested. “Maybe you swallowed it,” Gran’pa remarked. “Oh, maybe I did!” the Soft-Voiced Cow replied. “Sometimes I do when I’m excited! Yes, here it is!” and with a contented sigh the Soft-Voiced Cow began chewing. Johnny and Janey had stopped growing by this time and it was well they had, for their clothes were now so tight they were very uncomfortable. “Now, everyone keep away from the wire!” Gran’pa advised, pointing to it with his stick. “Let us get away from here as fast as we can and watch our steps from now on!” “It’s funny the Soft-Voiced Cow doesn’t grow taller!” Johnny said to Janey as they followed the others across the valley. “She hasn’t grown a bit!” “I am glad she hasn’t,” Janey replied, “for it certainly is uncomfortable to be so tall!” Janey was a head taller than Gran’ma, and Johnny was still taller than she was. Their stockings came nowhere near their knees. “I thought I heard a bell tinkling when we touched the wire!” Gran’ma said as they walked along. “So did I,” the Soft-Voiced Cow laughed. “When I did not have the wire fastened about my tail!” As the travelers came around the bend of the mountain and left the little valley, they saw before them a little hut such as one sees at fair-grounds and pleasure resorts. A queer little man wearing a stove pipe hat leaned over the counter at the front of the hut and smiled at them. “Was it you who rang the bell?” he inquired. “I guess all of us rang it!” Gran’ma replied, for she saw the little man was going to be agreeable. The little man turned and looked at the dial at the side of the hut; the indicator pointed to four. “You rang the bell four times,” he said in a matter of fact voice, “so you get four cigars!” and he handed out four large black cigars. “I don’t smoke!” said the Soft-Voiced Cow, with a laugh. “Nor I either!” Gran’ma. Janey and Johnny chimed in together. “Then this gentleman may have them!” said the man as he handed the four fat cigars to Gran’pa. “Someone has to have them, you know,” he said, “for each time the bell rings I have to give someone a cigar!” Gran’pa put the cigars in his pocket. “I’ll smoke them after a while!” he said. “But they’ll melt!” cried the man. “You must eat them right away!” Gran’pa pulled the cigars from his pocket, then with a smile he handed one to each of the children and to Gran’ma. The cigars were made of chocolate candy. “Won’t you have one?” Gran’pa asked, offering the remaining cigar to the Soft-Voiced Cow. “No, thanks,” the Soft-Voiced Cow replied, “I hardly ever eat candy!” “I have some nice buttered popcorn!” the man suggested. “I might have a basket of popcorn, if you have it to spare!” the Soft-Voiced Cow laughed. “You shall have it!” the man replied, as he reached behind the counter and lifted a basket of popcorn to the Soft-Voiced Cow. The Soft-Voiced Cow took one mouthful of the popcorn and then blew it out of her mouth. Gran’ma looked at her in surprise.