"But I don't believe in raising colts in a way to make them fiery, and I
wish there wasn't a race horse on the face of the earth, so if it
depended on me, every kind of check-rein would go. It's a pity we women
can't vote, Laura. We'd do away with a good many abuses."
Miss Laura smiled, but it was a very faint, almost an unhappy smile, and
Mrs. Wood said hastily, "Let us talk about something else. Did you ever
hear that cows will give less milk on a dark day than on a bright one?"
"No; I never did," said Miss Laura.
"Well, they do. They are most sensitive animals. One finds out all
manners of curious things about animals if he makes a study of them.
Cows are wonderful creatures, I think, and so grateful for good usage
that they return every scrap of care given them, with interest. Have you
ever heard anything about dehorning, Laura?"
"Not much, auntie. Does uncle approve of it?"
"No, indeed. He'd just as soon think of cutting their tails off, as of
dehorning them. He says he guesses the Creator knew how to make a cow
better than he does. Sometimes I tell John that his argument doesn't
hold good, for a man in some ways can improve on nature.
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