THE FARM SUNDAY 75 



they were always late. Quarter-past ten! 

 Well, we might as well give up church. I 

 thought of unharnessing, but I was very com 

 fortable where I was, and Kit seemed con 

 tented as she stood looking out of the door. 

 Hark! What was that? It sounded like the 

 beat of hoofs in the lane the cattle would 

 n t come up at this hour! I stood up to see 

 past the inner barnyard and off down the 

 lane. &quot;What on earth!&quot; I said to myself. 

 For yes surely that was the two- 

 year-old Devon coming leisurely up the lane 

 towards the yard. In a few moments Jona 

 than s head appeared, then his shoulders, then 

 his entire dusty, discouraged self. Yes, some 

 how or other, they must have made the round 

 trip. As this dawned upon me, I smiled, then 

 I laughed, then I sat down and laughed again 

 till I was weak and tearful. It was cruel, and 

 by the time Jonathan had reached the car 

 riage-house and sunk down on its threshold I 

 had recovered enough to be sorry for him. 

 But I was unfortunate in my first remark. 

 &quot;Why, Jonathan,&quot; I gasped, &quot;what have you 

 been doing with that cow?&quot; 



Jonathan mopped his forehead. &quot;Having 



