“We’re just coming to the stile into Mr. Cume’s orchard.”
“Then it was here that the bulldog attacked a cow. Most alarming it was. Flew at her nose.”
“No, he didn’t, did he?”
“Yes, but I pulled him off. Do you like bulldogs?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen very many. I only saw yours once or twice, and then he rather frightened me.”
“He was so tame, really.”
There was a pause. They walked on.
“Do you like dogs?”
“I don’t know. No.”
“You don’t like dogs! Oh, June, I love them.”