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Updated: June 17, 2025
'A funny name for a cow, Harold had said, and she had replied: 'Yes, but it keeps repeating itself in my brain. I have known a Nannie sometime, sure, and may as well perpetuate the name in my bossy as anywhere.
Then you can watch me milk it full of the nicest milk you ever tasted. You needn't say nothing to nobody about it. I give your little sister some last time, and I want to do the same for you. I hain't got no mother neither, and I know how it is." When I got there he took the cup and, as he sat down under old Bossy, smilingly asked if I liked lots of foam. I told him I did.
I'm about ready for a ruction with that young man, anyway. He's too blamed bossy. I ain't wearing his brand. Fact is, I been having notions this valley has been suffering from too much Briscoe. Others are sharing that opinion with me. Ask Dick France. Ask Arlie, for that matter." "I'm afraid I'm off that young lady's list of friends." "Sho! She'll come round. She's some hot-haided.
Douglas' lips tightened and Inez studied his face in silence for a moment; then she went on, "Pretty fond of Jude, aren't you, Doug? Your father is a devil with women that big, bossy, good-looking kind always is. I tell Jude so every time I see her." "How often do you see her?" demanded Douglas quickly. "I guess she has a right to come to my house as often as she wants to."
"That's not our brand," says George; "they're strange stock," and he points to what my scientific eye recognizes as the astrological sign of Venus deeply seared in the brown flanks of the bull he is chasing. But the herd are closing round us with low mutterings, and George has again recourse to the authoritative "TORO," and with swinging riata divides the "bossy bucklers" on either side.
"Oh," in that moment Judy was herself again, tempestuous, defiant, "don't be so bossy, Launcelot." "Go in," he said again, but she threw up her head and lingered. "What a beautiful morning it is," she said. "Look, Launcelot, the sun, it is like a ball of gold through the mist."
Marshaling his facts, he planned briefly how he would make use of them, and finally began to draw scrappy mental pen-pictures of the usurping Mary Thorne. She would be tall, probably, and raw-boned that domineering, "bossy" type he always associated with women who assumed men's jobs harsh-voiced and more than a trifle hard.
You wanted your fling with the other boys. You're Oh, Bo, I fear you have been a sad little flirt." "I I wasn't very bad till till he got bossy. Why, Nell, he acted right off just as if he OWNED me. But he didn't.... And to show him I I really did flirt with that Turner fellow. Then he he insulted me.... Oh, I hate him!" "Nonsense, Bo. You can't hate any one while you love him," protested Helen.
Unhitching his odd steed, he turned the canoe bottom upward on the beach and hastily led the animal toward that part of the island clearing, where Snowfoot stood in a little fenced-in lot behind her ruined shed. Adrian went with him, and asked: "Won't those two animals fight?" "Won't get a chance. When one goes in the other goes out. Here, bossy, you can take the range of the island. Get out!"
I wonder who can tell me why the fairy called the cow Ethel's friend. Yes, because without this friend Ethel would miss her cup of milk at breakfast and the golden butter for her bread. Ethel gave the white star on the cow's forehead a gentle pat and, looking into her great dark eyes, she said, "Surely you are my friend, Bossy."
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