“Perfectly enormous! I've always thought a cow coming towards you one of the biggest things in the world.”
“Yes; me, too. Don't let's think about it. Do they hook people so very often?”
“No indeed, in fact one scarcely ever hears of such a case.”
“If they stepped on your bare foot they'd scrunch it, wouldn't they?”
“Yes, but you are the driver; you mustn't let them do that; you are a free-will boy, and they are nothing but cows.”
“I know; but p'raps there is free-will cows, and if they just WOULD do it you couldn't help being scrunched, for you mustn't let go of the rope nor run, Mr. Came says.
“No, of course that would never do.”
“Where you used to live did all the cows go down into the boggy places when you drove em to pasture, or did some walk in the road?”
“There weren't any cows or any pastures where I used to live; that's what makes me so foolish; why does your cow need a rope?”
“She don't like to go to pasture, Mr. Came says. Sometimes she'd druther stay to home, and so when she gets part way she turns round and comes backwards.”