"That's it, I guess. But I'd like awfully well to know them, and 'specially whether we can really use the money for ourselves. Now that Bossy is gone, I don't know what we are going to do for milk. Mr. Jones paid fifteen dollars for her, but that won't buy a whole new one."
"I think I know where you can get a fine cow for fifteen dollars. If you will give me the money I will call around by the place and have the man bring it to you the first thing in the morning. It is quite a piece from here, and maybe he wouldn't sell it to you for that price, but I know he would to me."
Peace sat lost in thought, a bit of bread poised half way to her mouth.
"Is it a good cow?" asked Allee, timidly.
"The very best."
"Gentle, like Bossy?" Cherry questioned.
"Gentle as a lamb."
"Does she give four gallons of milk a day?" Peace interrupted.
"More, sometimes."
"Is she pretty?"