It was an eighty-cow dairy, and the troop of milkers, regular and supernumerary, were all at work; for, though the time of year was as yet but early April, the feed lay entirely in water-meadows, and the cows were �in full pail.� The hour was about six in the evening, and three-fourths of the large, red, rectangular animals having been finished off, there was opportunity for a little conversation.
�He do bring home his bride to-morrow, I hear. They�ve come as far as Anglebury to-day.�
The voice seemed to proceed from the belly of the cow called Cherry, but the speaker was a milking-woman, whose face was buried in the flank of that motionless beast.
�Hav� anybody seen her?� said another.
There was a negative response from the first. �Though they say she�s a rosy-cheeked, tisty-tosty little body enough,� she added; and as the milkmaid spoke she turned her face so that she could glance past her cow�s tail to the other side of the barton, where a thin, fading woman of thirty milked somewhat apart from the rest.
�Years younger than he, they say,� continued the second, with also a glance of reflectiveness in the same direction.
�How old do you call him, then?�
�Thirty or so.�
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�He do bring home his bride to-morrow, I hear. They�ve come as far as Anglebury to-day.�
The voice seemed to proceed from the belly of the cow called Cherry, but the speaker was a milking-woman, whose face was buried in the flank of that motionless beast.
�Hav� anybody seen her?� said another.
There was a negative response from the first. �Though they say she�s a rosy-cheeked, tisty-tosty little body enough,� she added; and as the milkmaid spoke she turned her face so that she could glance past her cow�s tail to the other side of the barton, where a thin, fading woman of thirty milked somewhat apart from the rest.
�Years younger than he, they say,� continued the second, with also a glance of reflectiveness in the same direction.
�How old do you call him, then?�
�Thirty or so.�
The Withered Arm
It was an eighty-cow dairy, and the troop of milkers, regular and supernumerary, were all at work; for, though the time of year was as yet but early April, the feed lay entirely in water-meadows, and the cows were �in full pail.� The hour was about six in the evening, and three-fourths of the large, red, rectangular animals having been finished off, there was opportunity for a little conversation.
�He do bring home his bride to-morrow, I hear. They�ve come as far as Anglebury to-day.�
The voice seemed to proceed from the belly of the cow called Cherry, but the speaker was a milking-woman, whose face was buried in the flank of that motionless beast.
�Hav� anybody seen her?� said another.
There was a negative response from the first. �Though they say she�s a rosy-cheeked, tisty-tosty little body enough,� she added; and as the milkmaid spoke she turned her face so that she could glance past her cow�s tail to the other side of the barton, where a thin, fading woman of thirty milked somewhat apart from the rest.
�Years younger than he, they say,� continued the second, with also a glance of reflectiveness in the same direction.
�How old do you call him, then?�
�Thirty or so.�
�He do bring home his bride to-morrow, I hear. They�ve come as far as Anglebury to-day.�
The voice seemed to proceed from the belly of the cow called Cherry, but the speaker was a milking-woman, whose face was buried in the flank of that motionless beast.
�Hav� anybody seen her?� said another.
There was a negative response from the first. �Though they say she�s a rosy-cheeked, tisty-tosty little body enough,� she added; and as the milkmaid spoke she turned her face so that she could glance past her cow�s tail to the other side of the barton, where a thin, fading woman of thirty milked somewhat apart from the rest.
�Years younger than he, they say,� continued the second, with also a glance of reflectiveness in the same direction.
�How old do you call him, then?�
�Thirty or so.�
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BN ID: | 2940150568433 |
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Publisher: | Starling and Black |
Publication date: | 09/06/2014 |
Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
Format: | eBook |
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