“I bet,” he said, starting on another tack, “that he never saw a cherry-colored calf like our’n.”
“I bet he never did,” crowed the girl in delight.
“A cherry-colored calf,” scoffed Sammy. “Get out! There ain’t such a thing. A calf might be red; there are red cows—”
“This calf is cherry-colored,” repeated the boy earnestly. “It’s down there in our pasture.”
“Don’t believe it,” said Sammy flatly.
“’Tis so!” cried the girl.
“I tell you,” said the very shrewd-looking boy. “We’ll show it to you for ten cents.”
“I don’t believe it,” repeated Sammy, but more doubtfully.
The girl laughed at him more scornfully than before. “He’s afraid to spend a dime—an’ him with so much money,” she cried.
“I don’t believe you’ve got a cherry-colored calf to show me.”