"'Mornin'," said the milker. "You've no notion how these little
fellows can wriggle."
"Oh, yes, I have." She whispered, because the world was asleep.
"Only I feed them with a spoon or a rag. Yours are fatter than
mine. And you've been doing this day after day?" The voice was
almost lost.
"Yes; it was absurd. Now you try," he said, giving place to the
girl. "Look out! A goat's not a cow."
The goat protested against the amateur, and there was a scuffle,
in which Scott snatched up the baby. Then it was all to do over
again, and William laughed softly and merrily. She managed,
however, to feed two babies, and a third.
"Don't the little beggars take it well?" said Scott. "I trained
'em."
They were very busy and interested, when lo! it was broad daylight,
and before they knew, the camp was awake, and they kneeled among
the goats, surprised by the day, both flushed to the temples. Yet
all the round world rolling up out of the darkness might have heard
and seen all that had passed between them.
"Oh," said William, unsteadily, snatching up the tea and toast, "I
had this made for you. It's stone-cold now. I thought you mightn't
have anything ready so early.
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