“I know it, but you need a flock of sheep to derive any results from them. The wool of one sheep won’t make a shirt.”
When the laughter this remark created had subsided, Mrs. James said: “We won’t discuss the sheep question until we have finished housing and caring for the other stock Janet has thrust upon us. We have enough work cut out for the next few days without planning for sheep.”
When the scouts bid their hostess good-night, they left with the plans all arranged for early Monday morning. The coop for the goslings was to be built, and a pigeon loft constructed in the gable end of the barn.
CHAPTER XI
BREAKING THE TENTH COMMANDMENT
Sunday morning was generally observed with an hour’s more sleep and a leisurely breakfast. Because it was not a work day, there was no sense of hurry to accomplish a task. But the Sunday following the arrival of the cow and calf at Green Hill Farm was an exceptional one for the farmer-scouts.
They were too eager to try a hand at milking Sue to stay in bed and allow Sam or Rachel the same pleasure. And then there was Susy, who was too cute for anything when she was being led so docilely to and from the back lawn. Had she not skipped obediently in Sam’s footsteps last night when she was taken to the new shed.
Consequently, the whole household was astir at dawn this Sunday morning, and Sam had the entire family to escort him to the barn for Sue and the calf.
“Shall we milk the cow in the stall or out of doors?” asked Sam, as they neared the barn yard.
“Every one milks the cow in the yard,” said Natalie from having seen the Ames’ follow that custom.
“All right; I’ll bring her out of the stall and you kin show me where to stan’ her. Then we’ll start her on her breakfast to keep her quiet until she’s milked,” agreed Sam.