Such queer, ungainly, large-boned creatures they were, and such a good time they were having, running and jumping and throwing up their heels.
Mrs.Wood was with us, and she said that it was not good for calves to be closely penned after they got to be a few weeks old.

They were better for getting out and having a frolic.

She stood beside Miss Laura for a long time, watching the calves, and laughing a great deal at their awkward gambols.

They wanted to play, but they did not seem to know how to use their limbs.
They were lean calves, and Miss Laura asked her aunt why all the nice milk they had taken had not made them fat.

"The fat will come all in good time," said Mrs.Wood.