“At least we will not have hail,” Hanny declared. “That is what ruins the plants.”
Now that the excitement was nearly over, Vevi became interested in the interior of the barn. She had never seen such a clean place.
The floor was swept as neatly as a living room. Curtains were at all the windows. The stalls, where two Jersey cows contentedly chewed their cuds, did not have a speck of dust or dirt.
Vevi sniffed the air. She could smell something sweet and fragrant.
“What is that odor?” she asked.
“The haymow,” Hanny told her. “See, the ladder leads up to it.”
Vevi climbed up to look. “My, this hay looks nice and soft,” she called down.
The little girl suddenly realized that the trip from Rosedale and so much running and hurrying had made her very tired. She snuggled down into a mound of hay.
Hanny also climbed the ladder. Seeing Vevi so snug, she curled up beside her.
The hay was warm and delightful.