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But
the
Jersey
cow
appeared
to
see
no
good
reason
for
being
hustled
out
of
her
luscious
browsing
ground
.
No
sooner
had
the
two
breathless
girls
got
near
her
than
she
turned
and
bolted
squarely
for
the
opposite
corner
of
the
field
.
“
Head
her
off
,
”
screamed
Anne
.
“
Run
,
Diana
,
run
.
”
Diana
did
run
.
Anne
tried
to
,
and
the
wicked
Jersey
went
around
the
field
as
if
she
were
possessed
.
Privately
,
Diana
thought
she
was
.
It
was
fully
ten
minutes
before
they
headed
her
off
and
drove
her
through
the
corner
gap
into
the
Cuthbert
lane
.
There
is
no
denying
that
Anne
was
in
anything
but
an
angelic
temper
at
that
precise
moment
.
Nor
did
it
soothe
her
in
the
least
to
behold
a
buggy
halted
just
outside
the
lane
,
wherein
sat
Mr
.
Shearer
of
Carmody
and
his
son
,
both
of
whom
wore
a
broad
smile
.
“
I
guess
you
’
d
better
have
sold
me
that
cow
when
I
wanted
to
buy
her
last
week
,
Anne
,
”
chuckled
Mr
.
Shearer
.
“
I
’
ll
sell
her
to
you
now
,
if
you
want
her
,
”
said
her
flushed
and
disheveled
owner
.
“
You
may
have
her
this
very
minute
.
”
“
Done
.
I
’
ll
give
you
twenty
for
her
as
I
offered
before
,
and
Jim
here
can
drive
her
right
over
to
Carmody
.
She
’
ll
go
to
town
with
the
rest
of
the
shipment
this
evening
.
Mr
.
Reed
of
Brighton
wants
a
Jersey
cow
.
”
Five
minutes
later
Jim
Shearer
and
the
Jersey
cow
were
marching
up
the
road
,
and
impulsive
Anne
was
driving
along
the
Green
Gables
lane
with
her
twenty
dollars
.
“
What
will
Marilla
say
?
”
asked
Diana
.
“
Oh
,
she
won
’
t
care
.
Dolly
was
my
own
cow
and
it
isn
’
t
likely
she
’
d
bring
more
than
twenty
dollars
at
the
auction
.
But
oh
dear
,
if
Mr
.
Harrison
sees
that
grain
he
will
know
she
has
been
in
again
,
and
after
my
giving
him
my
word
of
honor
that
I
’
d
never
let
it
happen
!
Well
,
it
has
taught
me
a
lesson
not
to
give
my
word
of
honor
about
cows
.
A
cow
that
could
jump
over
or
break
through
our
milk
-
pen
fence
couldn
’
t
be
trusted
anywhere
.
”
