deer or a baby Jersey can be, roped by his woodeny little legs,
and laid stiffly in the tonneau, with utter terror in his liquid
dark eyes.

"Die, nothing!" Alix said, emphatically, as she tenderly lifted
the calf out of the car. "I'm going to take him up to the barn;
you run tell Kow that Missy wants warm milk. Then you come on,
Pete--and tell me what you think!"

"Here--" Peter said, authoritatively, shouting the message, and
taking the calf from her arms; they were laughing as they entered
the dry, hot darkness of the stable. Alix's riding horse put a
Roman nose reproachfully over the bitten barrier of his box-stall.

"We've got company for you, Creep-mouse!" Peter, panting from his
heavy burden, announced. "Poor little feller!" he said to the
calf.

"He's all right." Alix, rustling straw, said, confidently. "You
know he must be a twin," she said to Peter, "for that brute of a
mother of his was contentedly wandering up to the ridge, where the
breeze is, and she certainly had another little calf cavorting
about her--oh, thanks, Cherry! Here's the milk, Peter. See if the
poor little beast will suck your fingers!"

Peter took the brimming blue bowl from Cherry's fingers. She had
come like a shadow into the barn, her eyes were on the tipped
surface of the milk. She lowered it carefully into his hold, and
he felt the cool softness of her yielding fingers; he did not meet
her eyes, partly because he gave her face only one glance. They