She had taken it home and nursed it so carefully that it was now a healthy little Jersey, whom she called Nannie.
'A funny name for a cow,' Harold had said, and she had replied: 'Yes, but it keeps repeating itself in my brain.

I have known a Nannie sometime, sure, and may as well perpetuate the name in my bossy as anywhere.' Nannie was in a little enclosure by the side of the lane, and at Harold's call she came at once to the fence, over which she put her face for the caress she was sure to get, while Clover-top kicked up her heels and acted as if she, too, understood and were glad Jerrie had come.
'Oh, it is so pleasant everywhere, and I am so glad to be home again,' Jerrie said, as her eyes went rapidly from one thing to another, until at last they fell upon the raised roof shining to new and yellow in the sunlight..