"What's the use of my telling you how the calf was taken back to the settlement, and got fat, and grew up to give rich milk like cream, as every good Jersey should?
You can think all that out for yourself, you know." "But the moose cow," persisted the Child.

"Didn't she feel _dreadful_ ?" "Well," agreed Uncle Andy, "perhaps she did.

But don't you go worrying about that.

She got over it.

The next spring she had another calf, a real moose calf, to look after, you know.".