John always
speaks or whistles to let the stock know when he's approaching."
"Where is uncle this afternoon?" asked Miss Laura.
"Oh, up to his eyes in hay. He's even got one of the oxen harnessed to a
hay cart."
"I wonder whether it's Duke?" said Miss Laura.
"Yes, it is. I saw the star on his forehead," replied Mrs. Wood.
"I don't know when I have laughed at anything as much as I did at him
the other day," said Miss Laura. "Uncle asked me if I had ever heard of
such a thing as a jealous ox, and I said no. He said, 'Come to the
barnyard, and I'll show you one.' The oxen were both there, Duke with
his broad face, and Bright so much sharper and more intelligent looking.
Duke was drinking at the trough there, and uncle said: 'Just look at
him. Isn't he a great, fat, self-satisfied creature, and doesn't he look
as if he thought the world owed him a living, and he ought to get it?'
Then he got the card and went up to Bright, and began scratching him.
Duke lifted his head from the trough, and stared at uncle, who paid no
attention to him but went on carding Bright, and stroking and petting
him. Duke looked so angry.
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