Elizabeth, as she rolled over again, said drowsily but firmly, "You'll see him again before three days are up."
CHAPTER X
THE MILKING-LESSON
"I would I were a milkmaid."—TENNYSON.
Elizabeth was right in her prediction. Before the three next days were up I had again encountered this Captain Holiday.
This time it was not in that Augean stable of a cow-house—which, by the way, I had finished cleaning out—thereby earning a word of approbation from Mr. Price, and also hardening my muscles. I no longer felt that my body was full of new bones, all hurting me at once. I felt, already, as if I were gaining a new body.
Quite ready for anything I felt on that late afternoon when Mrs. Price came to me with the two big milk pails.
"Please scald these out," said the farmer's daintily-featured little wife. "You can take your first milking-lesson this evening."
I was delighted as I washed my hands in the back kitchen, scalded out the pails, and followed Mrs. Price in her crisp grey overall into the big cow stall.
Milking! This would be so much easier, as well as more enjoyable, than wielding that pitchfork and bending my back over that heavy barrow to and from that disgusting midden!