We were walking behind the cows, but this one seemed so gentle that Mrs. Denville stepped forward, and glanced in her manger. “What is she licking in there?”
“Rock salt, ma'am,” said Denno. “They all have a big lump, and they set great store by it.”
There were six or seven more cows, all sleek, fat and clean.
“Do you groom them the way you do the horses?” asked Mrs. Denville.
“Yes, ma'am, but not so much. We would if we had time, but this is the busy season, and we're just jumping.”
Mary was giving one of her happy little shrieks. “Oh! mamma, see what I have found. I almost stepped on it.”
I had seen it before she did. It was a pretty little red calf tied near one of the cows. Oh! how anxious that cow was about it.
“Is it her baby?” asked Mary.
Denno told her that it was.
“Then why don't you put it in with her?” asked my little mistress.