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Show 62 cow, who sniffed at me superiorly, was short-lived, because, now that I knew how, it didn't matter much if the men couldn't get around to milking. Eventually, I could do it. I should have learned from Mary Shipp, my best friend. She fainted with heat and couldn't thin beets; she was afraid of cows, so of course didn't learn to milk. I couldn't help but notice that she got pretty Rmrth dresses without buying them herself. In fact, I was one in stupidity with the cattle dogs. Those fantastic animals could equal a man any day in work. Uncle Will told about Gyp helping him take a herd down Corn Creek, how she would take twenty or so cattle ahead of the rest, bellysneak back along the side of the hill behind another section. Gyp was different from the one who saved me from the turkey. That one could be told in a conversational voice to bring in the pigs and she would do it, leaping into the air for a look-see until she located them, then rounding them up, nipping them into the pen. Of course, much as Papa worked, Mama's work was even more increased. I don't know yet how she covered the necessary ground a big family takes. Sometimes she had hired girls. It was having Nettie Parker there that enabled us to have priority on the first automobile which came to Joseph. Nettie was a beauty and a flirt of the first water. Boys swarmed around our place every evening. One of them was a foreigner from Monroe, rather France. He was small and wiry, wore a mustache and spoke with a strong French accent. How he got out into |