They
had to send for your uncle, and he brought me home, and for days and
days I heard nothing but shouting and swearing, and saw animals dripping
with blood, and crying and moaning in their anguish, and now, Laura, if
you'd lay down a bit of Ch------o meat, and cover it with gold, I'd
spurn it from me. But what am I saying? you're as white as a sheet. Come
and see the cow stable. John's just had it whitewashed."
Miss Laura took her aunt's arm, and I walked slowly behind them. The cow
stable was a long building, well-built, and with no chinks in the walls,
as Jenkins's stable had. There were large windows where the afternoon
sun came streaming in, and a number of ventilators, and a great many
stalls. A pipe of water ran through the stalls from one end of the
stable to the other. The floor was covered with sawdust and leaves, and
the ceiling and tops of the walls were whitewashed. Mrs. Wood said that
her husband would not have the walls a glare of white right down to the
floor, because he thought it injured the animals' eyes. So the lower
parts of the walls were stained a dark, brown color.
There were doors at each end of the stable, and just now they stood
open, and a gentle breeze was blowing through, but Mrs.
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