In the other she held a book.
"Don't be scared, dear," she called reassuringly.

Then to the cow: "Stop it! Go away, you wicked thing!" The animal heard the voice and turned.

Seeing that the newcomer was only a woman, she lowered her head and pawed the ground.
"Run for the gate, little girl," commanded the rescuer.

"Run quick!" Bos'n obeyed.

She made a desperate dash from her pine across the open space, and in another moment was safe inside the cemetery fence.
"Scat! Go home!" ordered the lady, advancing toward the cow and shaking the book at her, as if the volume was some sort of deadly weapon.
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself! Go away! You needn't growl at me! I'm not a bit afraid of you." The "growling" was the muttered bellow with which the cow was wont to terrorize her feminine victims.