My sister didn't anger her.

It's terrible unlucky to vex them.

But would you believe it?
as long as we had that cow her cream gave no butter.

We had to sell her and get another.

And one time--it was years ago, when Donald and me was young--the first sacrament came round----' 'Yes,' said he, looking sober.
'And all the milk of our cows would give hardly any butter for a whole year! And at house-cleaning time, there, above the milk shelves, what did they find but a bit of hair rope! Cows' and horses' hair it was.