But the cow was not a perfect animal, after all.  Among other things, Smith assured the judge that she had a splendid appetite.  He said that she was the easiest cow with her feed that he ever saw; she would eat almost anything, and she was generally hungry.

At the end of the first week after she came, Mrs. Twiddler concluded to churn.  The hired man spent the whole day at the crank, and about sunset the butter came.  They got it out, and found that there was almost half a pound.  Then Mrs. Twiddler began to see how economical it was to make her own butter.  A half pound at the store cost thirty cents.  The wages of that man for one day were one dollar, and so the butter was costing about three dollars a pound, without counting the keep of the cow.  When they tried the butter, it was so poor that they couldn’t eat it, and they gave it to the man to grease the wheelbarrow with.  It seemed somewhat luxurious and princely to maintain a cow for the purpose of supplying grease at three dollars a pound for the wheelbarrow, but it was hard to see precisely where the profits came in.  After about a fortnight the cow seemed so unhappy in the stable that the judge turned her out in the yard.

The first night she was loose she upset the grape-arbor with her horns and ate four young peach trees and a dwarf pear tree down to the roots.  The next day they gave her as much hay as she would eat, and it seemed likely that her appetite was appeased.  But an hour or two afterward she swallowed six croquet-balls that were lying upon the grass, and ate half a table-cloth and a pair of drawers from the clothes-line.  That evening her milk seemed thin, and the judge attributed it to the indigestibility of the table-cloth.

During the night she must have got to walking in her sleep, for she climbed over the fence; and when she was discovered, she was swallowing one of Mrs. Twiddler’s hoopskirts.  That evening she ran dry and didn’t give any milk at all.  The judge thought the exercise she had taken must have been too severe, and probably the hoopskirt was not sufficiently nutritious.  It was comforting, however, to reflect that she was less expensive, from the latter point of view, when she was dry than when she was fresh.  Next morning she ate the spout off the watering-pot, and then put her head in the kitchen window and devoured two dinner-plates and the cream-jug.  Then she went out and lay down on the strawberry-bed to think.  While there something about Judge Twiddler’s boy seemed to exasperate her; and when he came over into the yard after his ball, she inserted her horns into his trowsers and flung him across the fence.  Then she went to the stable and ate a litter of pups and three feet of the trace-chain.