“Well, we didn’t get the worst of that cow bargain, did we, Jimmy?” said Natalie, sipping the cream from her spoon.
“No, Miss Jipson was honest with us, but I feel angry every time I think of that trader Folsom,” replied Mrs. James.
“All the same, Susy is a darling,” remarked Norma.
Janet suspended her spoon in mid-air and gasped: “We forgot Susy was on earth in the thrills the cow gave us. I wonder if Sam gave her any breakfast?”
“Didn’t you feed her?” was Mrs. James’ question.
“I forgot it,” was Janet’s meek confession.
“I’m glad the calf is not incorporated with Sue in our stock company,” laughed Belle.
“I’ll go at once and attend to her breakfast—poor little Susy,” Janet declared, so she excused herself from the breakfast table and ran out of the house.
Sam was enjoying his breakfast of waffles and cream when Janet went through the kitchen. He admitted that he had also forgotten the calf in the trouble caused by Sue. So Janet went on to the barn yard to open the door of the little shed where Susy had been kept for the night, and let her come out to gambol about in her yard while she, Janet, was mixing the breakfast for her.
Susy had become so impatient at the enforced confinement that she not only showed her joy at being released, but she took it into her woolly little calf head to attempt to jump the bars of the pen built especially for her the night before.