“Well, to be truthful, Miss Jipson, I wanted an Alderney or Guernsey, and this cow looks too small to be either, or a cross of either one.”
“No, she ain’t. She’s just plain cow but the best kind I ever saw. Bobby’s father raised her from a calf, and her mother was just such a good milker, too. You’ll find Susy will grow into as fine a cow, too.”
“What price are you asking for Sue?” now asked Mrs. James.
“Sue is like one of my own fam’ly and I would rather sell her to you for a good home, than to Folsom with his lies. If you got Susy, you oughta have Sue, too. So I will sell her for one hundred dollars.”
“When can you milk her for us?” was Mrs. James’ next question.
“Right now, if you like. I milked her early this morning, so she won’t give half as much milk as she will by night time, but you can see how gentle she is and how easy to milk.”
Then Sue was brought out and milked to every one’s satisfaction. When they were back at the house again, Miss Jipson said: “If you could call some early morning or late evening you could see the amount she milks.”
“We’ll take your word for it, Miss Jipson. But how can we get her over to our farm?” said Mrs. James.
“Ain’t Folsom going to carry the calf over for you?” asked the woman.
“True! We’ll make him bring the cow for nothing because he took advantage of you,” declared Miss Mason, eagerly.