If you look at the cow, you'll see she's not like one that feeds by the roadsides.

She's as plump as needful, and has a good udderful of milk besides." "I'll run down and tell her she may bring the cow into this field to-morrow," I said, rising.
"I would if it were _mine_" said Turkey, in a marked tone, which I understood.
"Oh! I see, Turkey," I said.

"You mean I ought to ask my father." "Yes, to be sure, I do mean that," answered Turkey.
"Then it's as good as done," I returned.

"I will ask him to-night." "She's a good girl, Elsie," was all Turkey's reply.
How it happened I cannot now remember, but I know that, after all, I did not ask my father, and Granny Gregson's cow had no bite either off the glebe or the farm.

And Turkey's reflections concerning the mother he had to take care of having been interrupted, the end to which they were moving remained for the present unuttered.
I soon grew quite strong again, and had neither plea nor desire for exemption from school labours.