"I am willing to pay interest on the money."

"Of course that's fair. Wall, neighbor, what do you say to goin'
out to see the cow?"

"Is she in the barn?"

"No, she's in the pastur'. 'Tain't fur."

"I'll go along with you."

They made their way by a short cut across a cornfield to the
pasture--a large ten-acre lot, covered with a scanty vegetation.
The squire's cows could not be said to live in clover.

"That's the critter," he said, pointing out one of the cows which
was grazing near by. "Ain't she a beauty?"

"She looks pretty well," said Mr. Walton, dubiously, by no means
sure that she would equal his lost cow.

"She's one of the best I've got. I wouldn't sell ef it wasn't to
oblige. I ain't at all partic'lar, but I suppose you've got to hev
a cow."

"What do you ask for her, squire?"

"She's wuth all of forty dollars," answered the squire, who knew
perfectly well that a fair price would be about thirty. But then
his neighbor must have a cow, and had no money to pay, and so was