Janet had hardly opened the door to place Susy’s breakfast before her when she was startled to see the little calf leap clear of the fence and land on the other side into the open barn yard. Away went Susy, bounding gayly over the privet hedges, across the flower beds and down the road that led to the woods.
And away sped Janet after her, shouting wildly to her friends at the house to follow and help in the capture. Before Susy had reached the cross path that went to Natalie’s garden, the girls who had just finished breakfast, ran out and joined in the chase.
The calf had no idea of where she was heading, but Janet feared lest the little creature run headlong into the stream and drown. She raced after the flying heels but she was too far behind to divert the calf’s direction. Then Susy changed her mind and the direction she was taking, and turned to the left to plunge across Natalie’s garden beds.
“Oh, oh! Drive her away from there!” screamed Natalie, when she thought of the havoc four hoofs can make.
Before any one could reach the garden to chase Susy away from it, the calf found the direct pathway to the kitchen. This she chose and came pattering clumsily up to the stoop steps. She had sniffed the milk for her belated breakfast waiting on the steps.
The line of scouts ran nimbly after her, and formed a circle to prevent her going in any other direction other than up into the kitchen, or remain where she was to be harnessed. She chose the latter as being the least doubtful.
“There now! Both bovine scouts are captured for the day and we can sit down and remember it is Sunday,” said Natalie.
“Rather a tardy beginning of the Sabbath,” laughed Norma.
“‘Better late than never,’” quoth Belle.
“Janet, I fixed the warm milk fer Susy’s brekfus’ so you’d better give it to her now,” called Rachel from the kitchen.