I tried to get
the cow out-doors, but she can't move."
"Let her alone," said Mr. Wood. "Give her some food and her strength
will come to her. What have you got here?" and he began to take the
things out of the buggy. "Bless the child, she's thought of everything,
even the salt. Bring those things into the house, Harry, and we'll make
a bran mash."
For more than an hour they were fussing over the animals. Then they came
in and sat down. The inside of the Englishman's house was as untidy as
the outside. There was no upstairs to it--only one large room with a
dirty curtain stretched across it. On one side was a low bed with a heap
of clothes on it, a chair and a wash-stand. On the other was a stove, a
table, a shaky rocking-chair that Miss Laura was sitting in, a few
hanging shelves with some dishes and books on them, and two or three
small boxes that had evidently been used for seats.
On the walls were tacked some pictures of grand houses and ladies and
gentlemen in fine clothes, and Miss Laura said that some of them were
noble people. "Well, I'm glad this particular nobleman has left us,"
said Mr. Wood, seating himself on one of the boxes, "if nobleman he is.
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