"No."
"Nor a cow?"
"No; there's no stable, you see."
"There isn't any pig, father!"
"Oh no; she wouldn't like a pig."
"But there isn't a single smallest kind of a dog here. There isn't," she wound up, tremulously—"there isn't even a chicken."
"You just wait till to-morrow, and I'll show you heaps of nice things. There isn't a finer tulipifera rhododendron in the world than the one out by the back veranda. And there's a beautiful old crooked catalpa on the terrace you can make a house in."
"Emmie says she only lets cousin Ethan climb trees."
"Oh-a, well—a—I dare say there are plenty of other things. Aren't the peaches nearly ripe?"
"I don't know."