Anderson, you know what they say about not crying over spilled milk!” Right on cue, Nellie trilled cheerily, “Oh, Mr. The farmer’s bulk cast a threatening shadow over Nellie, so petite even in her thick and unflattering Land Girl uniform, but Lorna wasn’t too worried. Particularly when the matter in your hand is a big bucket of my cows’ milk.” “If you’d been concentrating on the matter in hand, lassie,” her dad continued, “you wouldn’t have all these accidents. They were determined to lick the spilled milk from every crevice in the farmyard’s cobblestones, savoring this rare treat, and apparently oblivious to the shouting above their heads. She tried to push the dogs away from the reeking, steaming mess, but Canny and Caddy dodged around her. Lorna kept her head down and the yard broom moving. “What in the devil’s name did you think you were doing, you glaikit girl? Can you not even carry a bucket without dropping the damn thing?” Of course, this wasn’t the first time that Lorna had somewhere important to be, yet here she was, broom in hand.Īnd to make Lorna’s morning complete, her dad was raging at Nellie. She really didn’t have time to clean up yet another of Nellie’s messes and still make it to school before the bell. Lorna Anderson was ankle deep in muck and milk.
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