“But who will get the profit? and who will buy the cow?” wondered Janet, the idea not altogether displeasing as long as she felt she could not own the cow herself.
“If seven of us pay, it is only seven times into one hundred. I think we all can manage to pay that much for the returns we shall get. And I thought of asking Mr. Marvin to advance us the cash now and let us pay him back in weekly payments.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea! I think he will do it, too.”
“We can sell to the house and the Camp the products we need that we now are buying from Ames and Four Corners’ store, and that money will go into our fund. Then, when butter is made, you can buy the skim-milk for your pigs at a small price. What do you say?”
“I say it is great! Let’s go and tell the other girls!” cried Janet, eagerly.
As Mrs. James led the way over to Norma’s flower beds where that worker was digging and planting without stopping to mop her perspiring brow, Janet thought to herself “This old world isn’t such a bad place to live in, after all!”
What a difference a few eggs and a plan for a cow made in her sense of things. Yet everything was really unchanged, in fact. For the old hens were no different than they were when Janet purchased them from Ames, and the fun and fortune to be had from the cow was but the vision created by a few cheerful words from a sympathetic friend. Still, if we must dream at all, let us have happy dreams instead of nightmares.
The proposition of syndicating a cow was met with hilarity at first, from every girl spoken to; but they found cause to consider the matter as an interesting one.
“We’ve got a ready-made farm and acres of free grass, so why not keep a cow?” said Natalie.
“If we expect to be real farmers, we have to have a cow,” was Norma’s comment.