terrifying lines she had heard as a child:

"All liars dwell with him in hell,
And many more who cursed and swore."

"An' there's that young Shorthorn of ours, Marthy. Couldn't we
spare her?" he asked with a pathetic eagerness. "We've got eight
other cows to milk. Can't we spare her? If you think Sam'll set the
dog on _me_, I'll have her driv over in the mornin'. Jim'll take
her."

"I don't think it's any use, Bill; but you can try it," remarked
Mrs. Norris, her soul singing within her like a celestial choir.

* * * * *

"Where are you driving that cow to?" yelled Sam from the kitchen
door, at sunrise the following morning. "Take her out of there!
You're driving her into my yard, right over my cabbages."

But Jim, the Norris' hired man, only grinned, and proceeding with
his driving, yelled back:

"Cow's yourn, Sam. Yer old man sent it--a present to yer missus and
the babby."

"You take and drive that cow back again!" roared Sam. "And tell my
dad I won't have hide nor hair of her on my place."

Back went the cow.