"I reckon I look cross.
Cows have done it.

Do you like cows ?" "I hate cows--I've got a thousand cows and I see as little of them as possible," said he.
"It is such a pleasure to hate cows!" Bim exclaimed.

"There's nothing I enjoy so much." "Why ?" Ann asked.
"I am not sure, but I think it is because they give milk--such quantities of milk! Sometimes I lie awake at night hating cows.

There are so many cows here it keeps me busy." "Bim has to milk a cow--that's the reason," said Ann.
"I'd like to come over and see her do it," said Mr.Biggs.
"If you do I'll milk in your face--honest I will," said Bim.
"I wouldn't care if it rained milk.

I'm going to come and see you often, if your mother will let me." A blush spread over the girl's cheeks to the pretty dimple at the point of her chin.
"You'll see her scampering up the ladder like a squirrel," said Mrs.
Kelso.