Patty the Milkmaid was going to market carrying her milk in a

　　Pail on her head. As she went along she began calculating what

　　she would do with the money she would get for the milk. "I'll buy

　　some fowls1 from Farmer Brown," said she, "and they will lay eggs

　　each morning, which I will sell to the parson's wife. With the

　　money that I get from the sale of these eggs I'll buy myself a new

　　dimity frock and a chip hat; and when I go to market, won't all

　　the young men come up and speak to me! Polly Shaw will be that

　　jealous; but I don't care. I shall just look at her and toss my

　　head like this. As she spoke2 she tossed her head back, the Pail

　　fell off it, and all the milk was spilt. So she had to go home

　　and tell her mother what had occurred.

　　"Ah, my child," said the mother,

　　"Do not count your chickens before they are hatched."