“And such a manly fellow—any girl might like him,” said Kate.
“Indeed, yes,” said Philip.
There was silence again, and two pigs which had been snoring on the manure heap outside began to snort their way home. Kate turned her head so that the crown of the sun-bonnet was toward Phillip, and said—
“Oh, dear! Can there be anything so terrible as marrying somebody you don't care for?”
“Nothing so bad,” said Philip.
The mouth of the sun-bonnet came round. “Yes, there's one thing worse, Philip.”
“No?”
“Not having married somebody you do,” said Kate, and the milk rattled like hail.
In the straw behind. Kate there was a tailless Manx cat with three tailed kittens, and Philip began to play with them. Being back to back with Kate, he could keep his countenance.
“This old Horney is terrible for switching,” said Kate, over her shoulder. “Don't you think you could hold her tail?”