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she s quiet now, you see, and the bars are 

 open. There won t be any trouble.&quot; 



&quot;Oh, I wish you would n t,&quot; I said. But, 

 seeing he was firm, &quot;Well, if you will go, I ll 

 harness.&quot; 



Jonathan looked at me ruefully. &quot;That s 

 too bad you re all dressed.&quot; He wavered, 

 but I would take no concessions based on 

 feminine equipment. &quot;Oh, that does n t mat 

 ter. I ll get my big apron. First you start 

 her out, and I II keep her from going towards 

 the house or down to the mill.&quot; 



Jonathan sidled cautiously through the gate 

 and around the grazing cow. Then, with a 

 gentle and ingratiating &quot;Hi there, Bossie!&quot; 

 he managed to turn her, still grazing, towards 

 the road. While the grass held out she drifted 

 along easily enough, but when she reached the 

 dirt of the roadway she raised her head, flicked 

 her tail, and gave a little hop with her hind 

 quarters that seemed to me indicative of an 

 unquiet spirit. But I stood firm and Jonathan 

 was gently urgent, and we managed to start 

 her on the right road once more. She was not, 

 however, going as slowly as Jonathan had 

 planned, and it was with some misgivings that 



