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Buttercup and my young spotted namesake! I immediately climbed out of the car and greeted them both so affectionately that, with my arms around Mrs. Buttercup's neck, I persuaded her to go back the way she had come, while I drove along behind her at a suitable snail's pace.
He's off to Acreville now, but he'll be home tonight, and father's going to send my new hat by him. When Buttercup's my own cow I wish I could change her name and call her Red Rover, but p'r'aps her mother wouldn't like it. When she b'longs to me, mebbe I won't be so fraid of gettin' hooked and scrunched, because she'll know she's mine, and she'll go better.
"You're a trump, sonny!" exclaimed Uncle Cash, as he helped Moses untie Buttercup's head and took the gag out. "You're a trump, Lisha, and, by ginger, the cow's your'n; only don't you let your blessed pa drink none of her cream!" The welcome air rushed into Buttercup's lungs and cooled her parched, torn throat. "Mrs.
Bigfoot, with the agility and strength of a gorilla, leaped up and over the stockade and sprung down into Jackson's arms, while Darvall and Crux resumed their almost ubiquitous process of defence, and Buttercup's weapon again thundered forth its defiance. This time the fight was more protracted.
First she took the children to the pasture to see the cows. There were three of them, Bonny-Belle, Bess, and Buttercup. Beside Buttercup was the dearest little calf with long thin legs and a soft tan coat. It was Don, Buttercup's first baby. He was just two months old and very full of life and mischief. "Is that another cow over there?" said Peggy, pointing to a field beyond the pasture.
It felt almost as if her face were being washed with a sticky cloth. Dot opened her sleepy blue eyes and looked right into the big brown eyes of Don, Buttercup's baby calf. "Oh! Oh!" cried the little girl. "Ma-a-a," replied Don as he frisked away. "You are a dear little thing," Dot called after him, "but I wish you wouldn't kiss me with your tongue all over my face."
"You'll catch it this time, Dan," said Tommy, as he led the wheezing donkey beside the maltreated cow. "So will you, for you helped." "We all did, but Demi," added Jack. "He put it into our heads," said Ned. "I told you not to do it," cried Demi, who was most broken-hearted at poor Buttercup's state. "Old Bhaer will send me off, I guess.
'God bless you! said Buttercup's mother. 'Isn't your Buttercup at home to-day? asked the hag. 'No, that he isn't. He's out in the wood with his father, shooting ptarmigan. 'Plague take it', said the hag, 'for I had such a nice little silver knife I wanted to give him. 'Pip, pip! here I am', said Buttercup under the kneading-trough, and out he came.
Chubb leaned breathlessly against a rough post, I staggered down on an upturned bucket, and Sam reached out his long, blue-overalled arms and embraced Buttercup's neck and buried his head on her patient shoulder, just as a faint streak of April dawn showed behind the oak-trees, for we realized then that the dreadful cramp was gone and that she could chew the wisp of hay offered by Byrd.
Then the old hag was in a dreadful rage, and said, 'If he makes himself ever so heavy next time, he shan't take me in again. The third day everything went just as it had gone twice before; Goldtooth began to bark, and Buttercup's mother said to him: 'Do run out and see what our dog is barking at. So out he went, but he soon came back crying out: 'Heaven save us!
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