“But it’s a good medicine and brings them a deal of money,” said Mr. Rowe.
Farther on, at a turning of the road, Donald gave an ecstatic little scream and pointed with his finger.
“Oh, look, mamma, look!”
An old dame was approaching, leading five cows abreast, all tied together by the horns.
“She seems to be moving her dairy,” remarked Kirke to the carriage at large.
“Her dairy? The dairy of the whole neighborhood, more likely,” said Paul.
“A cow-operative dairy,” suggested Pauline quickly, whereupon they all laughed.
A little way behind the “co-operative dairy” followed a young peasant woman in a short dress trundling a black baby carriage.
“Think of a solemn black carriage like that for a dear little baby!” exclaimed Mrs. Rowe. “Yet the French are called a cheerful people!”
They passed black Norman carts with enormous wheels, and the carts were drawn by Norman horses with large hairy feet.