It was very high, too, for some additional rails had been put
on to prevent the cow from jumping into the garden or street.
Suddenly, looking out into the hazy twilight, Elizabeth Eliza saw
six legs and six india-rubber boots in the air, and the little boys
disappeared!
"They are tossed by the cow! The little boys are tossed by the
cow!"
Mrs. Peterkin rushed for the window, but fainted on the way.
Solomon John and Elizabeth Eliza were hurrying to the door, but
stopped, not knowing what to do next. Mrs. Peterkin recovered
herself with a supreme effort, and sent them out to the rescue.
But what could they do? The fence had been made so high, to keep
the cow out, that nobody could get in. The boy that did the
milking had gone off with the key of the outer gate, and perhaps
with the key of the shed door. Even if that were not locked, before
Agamemnon could get round by the wood-shed and cow-shed, the
little boys might be gored through and through!
Elizabeth Eliza ran to the neighbors, Solomon John to the
druggist's for plasters, while Agamemnon made his way through
the dining-room to the wood-shed and outer-shed door. Mr.
Peterkin mounted the outside of the fence, while Mrs.
Peterkin begged him not to put himself in danger. He climbed high
enough to view the scene. He held to the corner post and reported
what he saw.
They were not gored. The cow was at the other end of the lot.
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