“And that is why you want to sell the cow, Miss Jipson?” asked Miss Mason.
“Yeh. She just had a calf, but I sold it to a man down on the main road yesterday.”
“Is the man’s name Folsom?” asked Mrs. James.
“Yeh—Ed Folsom. He makes money on buyin’ up cows and calves and sellin’ them again. But he wouldn’t pay a decent price for Sue so I wouldn’t let him take her. But he wants her bad.”
“I am inclined to think we just bought Sue’s calf. He said the name was Susy. Perhaps you named her after the mother,” remarked Mrs. James.
“Yeh, that’s right! Her name is Susy. And you say you bought her? Ain’t that queer that you come and want Sue, too.” Then as an afterthought flashed into her mind, she asked: “What did Ed Folsom ask you for Susy?”
Mrs. James told her the price and instantly Miss Jipson flared up angrily.
“Why the old skinflint! He wouldn’t pay me but half that price, and he promised faithful that he’d keep Susy for his own use and never sell her to some one who might butcher her!”
“We will take better care of her than he would, Miss Jipson, but he had no right to break his word to you,” said Mrs. James.
“I’d rather you did have her, ’cause Susy is a good little calf, but it makes me mad to think of all you had to pay for her. Now what about the cow?”