As we handed him the cheese he said, "I really believe this is of my own making." "Fielding," I inquired, "how does your dairy thrive, and have you any new stock on your farm?
Come give us a little touch of the country." He gave me a mischievous look and said, "I will not tell you a word until you let me know all about that full-blooded cow, of which I have heard something.

You need not try to hide that story any longer." So we yielded to his coaxing.

It was about like this: The man had not been able to pay his debts.

The mortgage on the farm had been foreclosed.

Day of sale had come.