Produced by Emmy, Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by the University of Florida Digital Collections.) [Illustration: "She was very pleased to have her mug filled--the mug which she had brought on purpose."] [Illustration: New York. Sheldon & Company.] LITTLE ROSY'S TRAVELS. SIX VOLUMES. ON THE JOURNEY. A WALK AND A DRIVE. THE DUCKS AND PIGS. THE WOUNDED BIRD. A SAD ADVENTURE. THE DOCTOR'S VISIT. Little Rosy's Travels. A WALK AND A DRIVE. ILLUSTRATED. New York: SHELDON AND COMPANY. 1870. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, By SHELDON AND COMPANY, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Southern District of New York. Electrotyped at the BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY, No. 19 Spring Lane. A Walk and a Drive. VISIT TO THE DAIRY. WHEN Rosy opened her eyes the next morning the sun was shining so brightly that she was obliged to shut them again. But a great many thoughts came into her little head, and she was in a great hurry to get up. Nurse said it was not time yet, and that she was very sleepy; but when the little girl had climbed into her bed, and given her a great many soft kisses, and told her how much she wanted to take a walk before breakfast, the kind nursey first rubbed her eyes, then opened them, and then got out of bed. While she was dressing, Rosy began to put on her own shoes and stockings and some of her clothes; for she had already learnt to do a great deal for herself. She peeped out of window to look for the birds, but for some time she could not see any. Rosy thought this very strange, for she remembered how she used to hear the dear little birdies sing when she had been in the country in England; but nurse could not explain the puzzle; so Rosy settled that it was to be a question for her papa. Of course he would know; he always knew everything. When they were quite ready, nurse said,-- "Now, my darling, if you like, we will go and get your milk for breakfast; for I know where it is to be had, and nice, new, good milk I hope it may be, to make my little Trotty very fat." "Is not Rosy fat now?" asked the little girl, in surprise, and feeling first her plump cheeks and then her round arms with her stumpy little fingers. "O, pretty well," said nurse laughing, "but you may be fatter yet, and I like fat little girls." They had not to walk far before they came to the place where the milk was sold. It was called a farm; and nurse took Rosy in, and said she should see the dairy if the good woman would let her.