I have seen them, only from a distance.

They are but a very small herd, and I am sure there are no fancy breeds among them." "Do you know," said Dora, as they went up the broad steps, sprinkled with straw and hayseed, "that what are called common cows are often really better than Alderneys, or Ayrshires, and those sorts?
And this is the second story! How splendid and vast! What do you have here ?" "On the right are the horse stables," said Ralph, "and in those stalls there should be a row of prancing chargers and ambling steeds; and on the great empty floor, which you see over here, there should be the carriages,--the coupe, the family carriage, the light wagon, the pony phaeton, the top buggy, and all the other vehicles which people in the country need.

But, alas! you only see that old hay-wagon, which I am sure would fall to pieces if horses attempted to pull it, and that affair with two big wheels and a top.

I think they call it a gig, and I believe old Mr.Butterwood used to drive about in it." "Indeed he did," said Dora.

"I remember seeing him when I was a little girl.