"Oh, does it? I think you feed your pigs pretty well. Are we going to watch them milk?"
"You can if you like; I've got to go right back."
"You don't help with the milking then?"
"No; Ira does it. Your grandpa says it is man's work, but Ira lets me do a little sometimes so I will learn."
"Aren't you afraid of the cows?"
"No, indeed, are you?"
"Kind of. They have such sharp horns sometimes," answered Edna by way of excusing her fear.
"Your grandpa's don't have; he keeps only dehorned cattle."
"What are they?"
"The kind that have had their horns taken off so they don't do any damage."