"Perfectly enormous! I've always thought a cow coming towards you one of the biggest things in the world."
"Yes; me too. Don't let's think about it. Do they hook people so very often?"
"No, indeed; in fact one scarcely ever hears of such a case."
"If they stepped on your bare foot they'd scrunch it, wouldn't they?"
"Yes, but you are the driver, you mustn't let them do that; you are a free-will boy, and they are nothing but cows."
"I know; but p'r'aps there is free-will cows, and if they just would do it you can't help being scrunched, for you mustn't let go of the rope nor run, Uncle Abner says."
"No, of course that would never do."
"Does all the cows where you live go down into the boggy places when you're drivin' 'em to pasture, or does some stay in the road?"
"There aren't any cows or any pastures where I live; that's what makes me so foolish. Why does yours need a rope?"
"She don't like to go to pasture, Uncle Abner says. Sometimes she'd druther stay to home, and so when she gets part way there she turns round and comes backwards."