Peaches had only half a glance, but her shriek was utter terror. She
launched herself on Peter and climbed him, until her knees were on his
chest, and her fingers clutching his hair.
"God Jesus!" she screamed. "It 'ull eat me!"
Peter caught her in his arms, turning his back. Mickey heard, and saw, and
realized that the cow was too big and had appeared too precipitately, and
bellowed too loudly. He should have begun on the smallest calf on the
place. He rushed the cow back to Junior, and himself to Peaches, who,
sobbing wildly, still clung to Peter. As Mickey entered, frightened and
despairing, he saw that Peter was much concerned, but laughing until his
shoulders shook, and in relief that he was, and that none of the children
were present, Mickey grinned, acquired a slow red, and tried to quiet
Peaches.
"Shut that window!" she screamed. "Shut it quick!"
"Why honey, that's the cow you wanted to see," soothed Mickey. "That's the
nice cow that gave the very milk you had for breakfast. Junior was going
to milk her where you could see.
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