'No,' I agreed, raking busily.
'Have you a cow?' she asked.
'No.'
'A pig?'
'No.'
'No animals?'
'Bees.'
The girl was silent; then she said bees were not animals.
'But they're live-stock,' I said. 'They're the one link that connects us with farming.'
'What do you make hay for, then?'