“Yes; two of them and whiskers too.”
“And a farm like this?”
“A bigger farm than this, an’ a big house an’ a buggy, an’ pigs an’ sheep an’ hens.”
“And may I come to see you?”
“You’ll milk the cows and make butter.”
“Will it be long time ’fore you’re a man?”
“When I’m growed; two or three year; I’m six now.”
“How do cows make butter?”
“My, don’t you know? It ain’t the cows that make the butter, it’s the girls.”