“There now, Mrs. Tabby, you will find a good bed, and good hunting here.”
“Her name isn’t Tabby, it’s Deborah,” said Clematis, as she put her down.
“Oh, that’s quite a name. It suits her very well.” Mr. Alder led the way down again.
At the other end of the barn, a red and white calf came up to meet them.
It put out its wet nose to smell the little visitor, and made her start back.
“He wants to say ‘how do’. He loves little girls,” said Mr. Alder.
Clematis stuck one hand out timidly, and pulled it back again, when the calf tried to lick it with his rough tongue.
“He wants just a little taste,” laughed Mr. Alder. “Come on now. Here is something else.”
At the end of the barn, Clematis could hear strange noises. There, in the yard, were some smooth, white animals running about.