A FARMER'S daughter was carrying her Pail of milk from the fieldto the farmhouse, when she fell a-musing. "The money for whichthis milk will be sold, will buy at least three hundred eggs. The eggs, allowing for all mishaps, will produce two hundred andfifty chickens. The chickens will become ready for the marketwhen poultry will fetch the highest price, so that by the end ofthe year I shall have money enough from my share to buy a newgown. In this dress I will go to the Christmas parties, whereall the young fellows will propose to me, but I will toss my headand refuse them every one." At this moment she tossed her head inunison with her thoughts, when down fell the milk pail to theground, and all her imaginary schemes perished in a moment.
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Do not count your chickens before they are hatched
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