From the pasture the red and white cow sent after them a broken-spirited "Moo!" Bos'n was highly indignant.

During the homeward walk she sputtered like a damp firecracker.
"The idea of her talking so to you, Uncle Cyrus!" she exclaimed.

"It wasn't your fault at all." The captain smiled one-sidedly.
"I don't know about that, shipmate," he said.

"I wouldn't wonder if she was more than half right.

But say! she was all business and no frills, wasn't she! Ha, ha! How she did spunk up to that heifer! Who in the dickens do you cal'late she is ?".