"Where you going, Hal?" asked Mab as she saw her little brother come from
his room half dressed.
"I'm going with Daddy, to the garden, to drive out the cows!"
"No, you'd better stay here," his father said. "The cows might run wild
when I drive them out, and step on you. It isn't any fun to be stepped on
by a cow."
Hal thought this might be true, so he stayed in while Mr. Blake hurried
out to the yard in the early morning. Hal and Mab looked from the windows
at the back of the house but they could not see much of the garden on
account of the thick, leafy trees. They could hear their father and Mr.
Porter talking, though.
Then while they waited, they heard the mooing of cows, a little later
there was a rushing sound at one side of the house, and next several of
the big creatures ran out of the side gate into the street.
Daddy Blake made sure the gate was fastened, so the cows could not get in
again, and then he came into the house.
"Is my corn all eaten up?" asked Hal, anxiously as he thought of the prize
ten dollar gold piece. "Is it all gone, Daddy?"
"No, not very much, though some is trampled down.
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