They take no more keep than rough ones, and they're always saleable.

That red short-horn heifer belongs to the Butterfly Red Rose tribe; she was carried thirty miles in front of a man's saddle the day she was calved.
We suckled her on an old brindle cow; she doesn't look the worse for it.
Isn't she a beauty?
We ought to go in for an annual sale here.

How do you think it would pay ?' All this was pleasant enough, but it couldn't last for ever.

After the first week's rest, which was real pleasure and enjoyment, we began to find the life too dull and dozy.

We'd had quite enough of a quiet life, and began to long for a bit of work and danger again.