A Farmer's daughter was carrying her Pail of milk from the field
to the farmhouse, when she fell a-musing. "The money for which
this milk will be sold, will buy at least three hundred eggs. The
eggs, allowing for all mishaps, will produce two hundred and fifty
chickens. The chickens will become ready for the market when
poultry will fetch the highest price, so that by the end of the year
I shall have money enough from my share to buy a new gown.
In this dress I will go to the Christmas parties, where all the young
fellows will propose to me, but I will toss my head and refuse them
every one." At this moment she tossed her head in unison with her
thoughts, when down fell the milk pail to the ground, and all her
imaginary schemes perished in a moment.
(Translated by George Fyler Townsend, 1814-1900)