rrowed. "You may expect to find
your house red up any time when I can get a ride out."

I was in a daze for some time trying to study out developments. Buck
Gowdy and Mrs. Mobley; Rowena and Magnus Thorkelson; Gowdy's calls on
Rowena, or at least at her home; Rowena's going to live in his house as
a hired girl; her warmth to me; her nervousness, or fright, at Gowdy;
Gowdy's religious tendency in the midst of his entanglements with the
fair sex; his seeming reconciliation with Virginia; his pulling of the
wool over the eyes of Mrs. Thorndyke, and probably the elder's--. Out of
this maze I came to a sudden resolution. I would go to Waterloo and get
me a new outfit of clothes, even to gloves and a pair of "fine boots."

CHAPTER XVII

I RECEIVE A PROPOSAL--AND ACCEPT

Dogs and cats get more credit, I feel sure, for being animals of fine
feeling and intelligence, than in justice they are entitled to; because
they have so many ways of showing forth what they feel. A dog can growl
or bark in several ways, and show his teeth in at least two, to tell how
he feels. He can wag his tail, or let it droop, or curl it over his
back, or stick it straight out like a flag, or hold it in a bowed shape
with the curve upward, and frisk about, and run in circles, or sit up
silently or with howls; or stand with one foot lifted; or cock his head
on one side: and as for his eyes and his ears, he can almost talk
with them.

As for a cat, she has no such rich language as a dog; but see what she
can do: purring, rubbing against things, arching her back, glaring out
of her eyes, setting her hair on end, swelling out her tail, sticking
out her claws and scratching at posts, sneaking along as if ready to
pounce, pouncing either in earnest or in fun, mewing in many voices,
catching at things with nails drawn back or just a little protruded, or
drawing the blood with them, laying back her ears, looking up pleadingly
and asking for milk--why a cat can say almost anything she wants to say.

Now contrast these domestic animals with a much more necessary and
useful one, the cow. Any stockman knows that a cow is a beast of very
high nervous organization, but she has no very large number of ways of
telling us how she feels: just a few tones to her lowing, a few changes
of expression to her eye, a small number of shades of uneasiness, a
little manner with her eyes, showing the whites when troubled or letting
the lids droop in satisfaction--these thi