The children liked him better after that, though when Bunny found a
chance to whisper to his sister as they walked through the woods, along
the path and behind the old man, the little boy said:

"I guess he means to be kind, but he's kind of _funny_, isn't he?"

"A little bit," answered Sue.

The old man walked on ahead, the children, hand in hand, following, and
the bushes clinked against the empty tin pail that Bunny carried.

"Here you are," said the old man, as he turned on the path, and before
them Bunny and his sister saw a log cabin. Near it was a shed, and as
the children stopped and looked, from the shed came a long, low "Moo!"

"Oh, is that the crumpled-horn cow?" asked Sue.

"Yes," answered the old man. "I'll get some of her milk for you. I keep
it in a pail down in the spring, so it will be cool. Let me take your
pail and I'll fill it for you while you go to see the cow. She is gentle
and won't hurt you."

Letting the old man take the pail, Bunny and Sue went to look at the
cow. The door of the shed was in two parts, and the children opened the
upper half.

"Moo!" called the cow as she stuck out her head.

"Oh, see, one of her horns _is_ crumpled!" cried Bunny.