Eris walked slowly along, reading the names of the cows affixed to each stall—Mazie of Whitewater Farms, Star-Dust, White Gentian, Guelder-Rose of Whitewater, Snowberry Lass, Moon-Queen, Apple-bloom’s Daughter——
She took milking stool and pail and seated herself by Guelder-Rose, who became a trifle restive.
“So, lass!—soo—lass,” she murmured, stroking the white and golden skin. And in a few moments the pail vibrated with alternate streams of milk.
“Well, Dad,” she said, “have I forgotten?”
Elmer grunted. Then, abruptly:
“Guelder-Rose is by Whitewater Chieftain outa Snow-Rose, with a record of eleven thousan’ six hunder’n’ ten an’ two-tenth pound uv milk, an’ five hunder’n’ twenty-one, forty-seven pound uv butter-fat in class G.”
“That is a fine record, Dad,” said the girl cordially.
“I guesso. Yes. An’ that there Moon-Queen; she’s got a record uv eleven six fifty-four an’ three-tenths and five sixty-two, thirty-four. Herd sire, Chieftain; outa Silver Frost’s daughter, Snow-Crystal of Whitewater——”
“Outa Lass o’ the Mist,” croaked Ed Lister in uncompromising correction.
“You’re right, Ed,” admitted Elmer.