"Depends on where you are placed, I suppose, and how you are placed. How can I tell? I have never been in England."
"Mother, we have got the prettiest little calf in the barn that you ever saw."
"In the barn! A queer place for a calf to be, it seems to me."
"Yes, because they want to keep it from the cow. Johnson is going to rear it, he says. I am so glad it is not to be killed! It is spotted, mother; all red and white; and so prettily spotted!"
An inarticulate sound from Mrs. Copley, which might mean anything.
"And, mother, I have been getting the eggs. And Johnson has a hen setting. We shall have chickens pretty soon."
"Dolly Copley, how old are you?"
"Sixteen last Christmas, mother."
"And seventeen next Christmas."
"Yes, ma'am, but next Christmas is not come yet."