“I am interested in everything,” said Honora: “and I think your brother is so attractive.”
It was at this moment that Joshua, with his hands in his pockets, demanded what his sister was doing there.
“Miss Leffingwell wants to look at the cattle, Josh,” called Susan.
“Won't you show them to me, Mr. Holt,” begged Honora. “I'd like so much to see some really good cattle, and to know a little more about them.”
Joshua appeared incredulous. But, being of the male sex, he did not hide the fact that he was pleased, “it seems strange to have somebody really want to see them,” he said. “I tried to get Spence to come back this way, but the idea didn't seem to appeal to him. Here are some of the records.”
“Records?” repeated Honora, looking at a mass of typewritten figures on the wall. “Do you mean to say you keep such an exact account of all the milk you get?”
Joshua laughed, and explained. She walked by his side over the concrete paving to the first of the varnished stalls.
“That,” he said, and a certain pride had come into his voice, “is Lady Guinevere, and those ribbons are the prizes she has taken on both sides of the water.”
“Isn't she a dear!” exclaimed Honora; “why, she's actually beautiful. I didn't know cows could be so beautiful.”
“She isn't bad,” admitted Joshua. “Of course the good points in a cow aren't necessarily features of beauty for instance, these bones here,” he added, pointing to the hips.