sted the cautious one.

"Oh, that's easy! I've watched Gail lots of times, and all she does is
pull hard like the janitor pulls the rope that rings the church bell.
We've both of us rung that bell, Cherry. I'll do it if you are afraid."

"I'm not afraid," Cherry declared, "but I don't think I know how. I'll
watch you and see how you do it first."

"Come on, then!"

Away to the barn they hurried, and the process of milking began, with
Peace astride the stool. But somehow Bossy resented being pulled like a
bell-rope and the milk didn't come.

"I don't see what is the matter," cried Peace impatiently, after a few
moments' struggle. "Bossy never acts so with Gail. She has kicked me
twice already, and here we are clear out of her stall. Allee, you hold
her tail, she has slapped me in the face with it till I'm tired. Whoa,
Boss, stand still! Maybe I don't jerk hard enough."

Peace settled herself once more on the stool, righted the pail and gave
a tremendous pull at two of the teats. There was a surprised moo from
Bossy, her heels flew into the air, Peace was thrown backward from her
seat, the pail whirled across the floor, and Bossy rushed out of the
barn door, dragging little, tenacious Allee after her. Cherry screamed,
Peace scrambled to her feet and raced madly after the terrified beast,
shouting at the top of her lungs, "Let go, Allee! Whoa, Bossy!"

Allee let go, but Bossy did not whoa until, with a wild plunge, she
lurched against the stone watering trough, groaned and lay down with one
leg doubled under her.

"Oh, she's broken her leg!" yelled Cherry, dancing up and down in
fright. "What shall we do, what shall we do?"

"Go into the house and see that the rice doesn't burn while I'm gone,"
commanded Peace, after a hasty look at poor Bossy's leg, to make sure it
was really broken; and away she flew up the street toward the village,
muttering to herself, "Maybe he has closed his shop, though it isn't
quite time, but I hope not. No, he hasn't, for there comes the doctor
out of the door. Oh, Mr. Jones, what will you give for a cow, a
broken-legged cow? I didn't stick her, 'cause I wasn't sure just how to
do it, but her leg is just freshly broken, so she is good for meat. You
bought Mr. Hartman's heifer when she broke her neck. Bossy's an awful
nice cow, and we hate to lose her, but of course we'll have to kill her
now. Bring your butcher knife and run! I don't want her to feel bad any
longer'n she has to."

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