"But how are we going to get her milked?"
Fult shook his head. "I allowed, and granny allowed, all you women could milk—all the women-folks in this country can."
"Milk? Why, I never did such a thing in my life! Down in the Blue Grass the women don't milk; the men do all the heavy work like that."
Jeems stopped in his tracks. His jaw dropped.
"I thought maybe you could milk her for us to-night, and until we could hire somebody for the job," continued Virginia, a little impatiently.
Fult flushed. "Sorry I can't oblige you," he said; "I never in life undertook to milk a cow. Up in this country hit's allus a woman's job."
"Do you mean to say you let your mother and sisters do rough work like milking all the time?"
Fult laughed. "Maw wouldn't let me get in ten foot of her cow," he said. "Cows won't stand for hit in this country. They are used to women-folks and their ways, and don't want a man to come a-nigh 'em."
"Hit's a fact," groaned Jeems inwardly, from the depths of experience.
"You women know there hain't nothing I wouldn't do to pleasure you," continued Fult, gallantly. "If I knowed how to milk, I'd try hit, man's job or not. But a body can't learn all in a minute."