“That tiny little black and white calf in the corner of that meadow. He was scratching his nose with his hind paw——”
A burst of laughter interrupted her.
“But he did,” she persisted, when she could make herself heard. “And it was too cute for anything!”
“It wasn’t that,” explained Jeanette, “it was because you called his hoof a paw.”
“Well, how should I know its proper name. I’m not a farmer, and don’t pretend to be.”
“I wonder if there is duty on calves,” commented Jeanette in mock seriousness. “Perhaps you would like to take the dear little fellow home with us, if the farmer would sell him.”
Everybody laughed; for Nancy was always wanting to “take home with her” all kinds of animals, and was prevented from maintaining a small zoo only by the fact that her family wouldn’t tolerate it.
The bus shot through the pine woods, and out again to roll smoothly along the edge of a large body of water.
“This is Mahone Bay,” said the driver; “and that island is Oak Island where Captain Kidd is supposed to have buried some of his treasure.”
“Oh,” cried Martha. “How I’d love to go out to it. Could we?”