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February, 1920
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THE LA· DSWOMAN
S om ewhere in Kent
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There
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Spot
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Sw.an, of my
cows, not becau~e
I know you Wl 11
bo interested, but
b
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rather ecause
don't be 1 i e 'e
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you vc ever rea .•
·h
ht
bout
t oug
a
• such things cx-
cept when ) ou
were
fooh~hly
frightened
of
them. "Likl': ou
used to b e. too . ' ..
]; o h '11 • I can hcnryou "'ay.
, 0 I was for ag<>~.
Not cvrn the donning of my ~mod. and <'Or
any further nnd hung up the curry-comb and
\H·nt; but ~om<'how )liss B. didn't think ~ally
Jt,uf bt•cn vNy thoroughly groomed, though, of
Cfmrsc, as J pomtcd out. she might quite possibly
have got du t v aft<'rwards.
.\nd nlJ tlds preamble, my dear, is to show you
that 1 }laV<•n' t forgotten the old days when I would
f<'\'Crishly ~~·Mch the field for possiblo cows before
1 \l.mturcd to cro~R it ..
\\'h~n r ('fLDlC horC' I found that all the cows \\el'e
kilO\\ n tit her ag ~pots, or SnowbaJlq, or Da.rk ics.
c :r \dually, howe,·er, I named them an? r c·intro
duccd them to the puzzled cowman, mv fnt•nd .John.
who rluln't a<·~ what they
wanted" with them Ion!!
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I rtl m eel t hNn 1-ft<.'r all sorts of people and char-
acters in books. Your namesake, Susan, is tall
anol long·h!gc·d n gaunt, roan cow, b.ut w~th a
rno t heautifnl tuft b<'tween h(}r horns, Just hke a
pnrrot'a! J\8 you hEnc turned out ratht'r a. nasty
ki1 kcr tho <'Owmnn hnq taken you over, and I
milk you 110 lon~er. ~cxt to you stands the
dn.mti st little bla.~k, Rn.tin-coated cow, by name of
WPndy-tiniHl a nd ~by, with a s t artled look in her
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