“Sales Hall? What for? To see that miserable fellow? We’re not going near Sales Hall.”
She breathed a word.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“Cows,” she breathed again.
“Perhaps.”
“But in the winter,” she said hopefully, “I should think they shut them up at night, poor things.”
“Not cold enough yet for that.”
“I’m afraid of them, you know.”
“Domestic animals,” he said calmly.
“Horns,” she whispered.