They don't mind which
gate they rush in at. I should hate to have our cow dash into our
front yard just as I was coming home of an afternoon."
"That is true," said Mr. Peterkin; "we can have the door of the
cow-house open directly into the pasture, and save the coming and
going."
The little boys were quite disappointed. The cow would miss the
exercise, and they would lose a great pleasure.
Solomon John suggested that they might sit on the fence and watch
the cow.
It was decided to keep the cow in their own pasture; and as they
were to put on an end kitchen, it would be perfectly easy to build
a dairy.
The cow proved a quiet one. She was a little excited when all the
family stood round at the first milking, and watched her slowly
walking into the shed.
Elizabeth Eliza had her scarlet sack dyed brown a fortnight before.
It was the one she did her gardening in, and it might have
infuriated the cow. And she kept out of the garden the first day or
two.
Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza bought the best kind of
milk-pans, of every size.
But there was a little disappointment about the taste of the milk.
The little boys liked it, and drank large mugs of it. Elizabeth Eliza
said she could never learn to love milk warm from the cow,
though she would like to do her best to patronize the cow.
Mrs. Peterkin was afraid Amanda did not under stand about taking
care of the milk; yet she had been down to overlook her, and she
was sure the pans and the closet were all clean.
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