"But they're all mussed and dirty," said Sarah.
"You might pare them," Mat suggested.
"Yes, peel them like potatoes," said Julius.
"But what are these among so many? The days of miracles are past."
"What shall we do?" said one and another.
"Milk the cow," said Mat.
Boys and girls clapped their hands with enthusiasm, and cried "Splendid!" "Capital!" etc.
"I'll milk her," said Dick. "Hand me that cup. I'm obliged to the cow for not eating it."
The cow happened to be a gentle animal, so she did not run away at Dick's approach, yet she seemed determined that he should not get into milking position. She kept her broad, white-starred face toward him, and her large, liquid eyes on his, turning, turning, turning, as he tried over and over to approach her flanks, while the others stood watching in mute expectancy.
"Give her some feed," said Mat.