She got well herself, and came and went with the other cows, seemingly as happy as they, but often when I watched her standing chewing her cud, and looking away in the distance, I could see a difference between her face and the faces of the cows that had always been happy on Dingley Farm.

Even the farm hands called her "Old Melancholy," and soon she got to be known by that name, or Mel, for short.

Until she got well, she was put into the cow stable, where Mr.Wood's cows all stood at night upon raised platforms of earth covered over with straw litter, and she was tied with a Dutch halter, so that she could lie down and go to sleep when she wanted to.

When she got well, she was put out to pasture with the other cows.
The horse they named "Scrub," because he could never be, under any circumstance, anything but a broken-down, plain-looking animal.

He was put into the horse stable in a stall next Fleetfoot, and as the partition was low, they could look over at each other.