I always come to watch the milking.

That red cow with the short horns is bringing up the calf of the white cow that died.
She loves it so--just as if it were her own.

It is so nice to see her lick its little ears.

Just look!" "The clouds are black.

I think it is going to rain tonight," said Gregory.
"Yes," answered Em, looking up as well as she could for the little yellow fringe.
"But I'm sure you must be cold," said Gregory, and put his hand under the cloak, and found there a small fist doubled up, soft, and very warm.
He held it fast in his hand.
"Oh, Em, I love you better than all the world besides! Tell me, do you love me a little ?" "Yes, I do," said Em, hesitating, and trying softly to free her hand.
"Better than everything; better than all the world, darling ?" he asked, bending down so low that the yellow hair was blown into his eyes.
"I don't know," said Em, gravely.