“Some cows are ugly, I suppose,” Gladys replied reflectively, taking Snip once more in her arms as the little fellow hung back in alarm when White-Face stopped to gather a tempting bunch of clover; “but Aunt Hannah has had this one ever since she was a calf, and we two are great friends. She’s a real well-behaved cow, an’ never makes any trouble about going into pasture. There, she’s in now, and all we’ve got to do is to put up the bars. By the time we get back breakfast will be ready. Did you walk all the way from the city?”