"It would, very much, if she knew it," the young man replied gravely.
"Oh, I mean the cow," Pearl said hastily.
"It doesn't hurt the cow a bit. What does she care who gets the milk? When did you come?"
"To-night," Pearl said. "I must hurry. She'll have a rod in steep for me if I'm late. My name's Pearl Watson. What's yours?"
"Jim Russell," he said. "I know your brother Teddy."
Pearl was speeding down the hill. She shouted back:
"I know who you are now. Good-bye!" Pearl ran to catch up to the cows, for the sun was throwing long shadows over the pasture, and the plaintive lowing of the hungry calves came faintly to her ears.
A blond young man stood at the bars with four milk pails.
He raised his hat when he spoke to Pearl.
"Madam says you are to help me to milk, but I assure you it is quite unnecessary. Really, I would much prefer that you shouldn't."