to his
window and
opened
it.Beyond
the wall
that
bordered
their
house was
a little
brown
path,and
down this
path,even
as he
watched,a
company of
cows were
slowly
wandering
along.Already
they were
flapping
their ears
lazily in
anticipation
of the
flies,and
the boy
who was
driving
them was
whistling
as one
only
whistles
on a
summer
morning.
He could
see the
buttercups,too,in
the
nearest
field;they
seemed to
have
sprung to
life in
the space
