Caleb laughed at this very quietly, but his whole frame was shaking; and Willy turned round and looked him in the eye with strong displeasure.
"What you laughing at, Cale Cushing? You mustn't make fun of my bossy. I'll tell you what I'll do with her. I'll keep her to haul hay with."
"Did you ever see one ox hauling hay alone, Willy?"
"No; but I'll have a little cart, and then she can."
"But the trouble is, Willy, your ox might feel lonesome."
"Well, I'll buy one ox more, and then he won't be lonesome."
"Ah! but, Willy, oxen cost money."
"'Sif I didn't know that! How much money do they cost, Caleb?"
"Sometimes more, sometimes less. Pretty high this winter, for hay is plenty. There was a man along from the west'ard, and, Willy, what think he offered your pa for that brindled yoke of his?"
"Three dollars?"