Baxter followed the farmer’s daughter to the dairy, and began to talk to her in a pleasant way. Then he tried to put his arm around her waist.
“Stop that!” she said sharply.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” said he. “Won’t you give me just one kiss?”
“I’ll give you—this!” she answered quickly, and, taking up a can of sour milk, she threw it directly into his face. Then she ran into the house, shrieking with laughter.
“Dan got it that time!” said Paxton, with a snicker.
“It was real sweet, too!” added Coulter.
Wild with rage, Baxter wiped the sour milk from his face and hair.
“I’ll fix you for that!” he roared, and started to go into the house, but the girl appeared with a broom.
“You keep away!” she cried, shrilly. “If you don’t, I’ll set our dog on you!”
“Oh, come on away!” put in Mumps, in alarm. “Come on!” And he hurried towards the road.