calf-pen

Updated: June 11, 2025

Flowers sprang plentifully where Sidonie dwelt. Her best homespun gown was her own weaving; the old dog lying on the galérie always thumped the floor with his tail and sank his obsequious head as that robe passed; the fawn that Claude had brought would come trotting and press its head against it; all the small living things of the dooryard would follow it about; and if she stood by the calf-pen the calves would push each other for the nearest place, lay their cheeks upon the fence's top, and roll their eyes as many a youth of Grande Pointe would have done if he might.

George Washington Cable - Bonaventure: A Prose Pastoral of Acadian Louisiana