'What's that?' said Mr Amedroz, who, having no cows of his own, was not
pleased to see one brought up in that way before his hail door.
'There's somebody's cow come here.'

Clara understood it in a moment; but she was pained, and said nothing.
Had the cow come without any such scene as that of yesterday, she would
have welcomed the animal with all cordiality, and would have sworn to
her cousin that the cow should be cherished for his sake. But after
what had passed it was different. How was she to take any present from
him now?

But Belton faced the difficulty without any bashfulness or apparent
regret. 'I told you I would give you a cow,' said he 'and here she is.'

'What can she want with a cow?' said Mr Amedroz.

'I am sure she wants one very much. At any rate she won't refuse the
present from me; will you, Clara?'

What could she say? 'Not if papa will allow me to keep it.'

'But we've no place to put it!' said the squire. 'We haven't got grass
for it!'

'There's plenty of grass,' said Belton. 'Come, Mr Amedroz; I've made a
point of getting this little creature for Clara, and you mustn't stand
in the way of my gratification.' Of course he was successful, and of
course Clara thanked him with tears in her eyes.