"It's just the right dress," he said. "It goes so well with your hair. I'm glad to see you. I have never seen a girl like you in my life."
"If I knew how, I'd look different," said Bim. "I reckon I look cross. Cows have done it. Do you like cows?"
"I hate cows—I've got a thousand cows and I see as little of them as possible," said he.
"It is such a pleasure to hate cows!" Bim exclaimed. "There's nothing I enjoy so much."
"Why?" Ann asked.
"I am not sure, but I think it is because they give milk—such quantities of milk! Sometimes I lie awake at night hating cows. There are so many cows here it keeps me busy."
"Bim has to milk a cow—that's the reason," said Ann.
"I'd like to come over and see her do it," said Mr. Biggs.
"If you do I'll milk in your face—honest I will," said Bim.
"I wouldn't care if it rained milk. I'm going to come and see you often, if your mother will let me."