MISS OLLIEíS COW
By Libby A. Smith
Sister Roseís "Preparation School for Young Ladies
Awaiting Marriage" ranked among the very finest. Some
ill-advised individuals claimed the designation didnít
mean much considering it was the only boarding school
for young ladies in the region. Nevertheless, when a
girlís behavior broached the limits of societal
acceptability or, even worse, a girl seemed doomed to
become an old maid, sheíd find herself enrolled at
Sister Roseís to learn housekeeping and religion. After
all, the locals as well as Sister Rose believed, those
two subjects covered all a woman needed to know for a
happy, rewarding life.
All the young ladies at Sister Roseís school were of
marrying age except for Susie whoíd seen eight years,
more or less. No one knew exactly how old Susie was or
much about her origins. Sister Rose simply appeared in
Plattsville one day carrying a baby wrapped in a faded
pink blanket. She explained she planned on raising the
poor orphan as any decent Christian would. Over the
years, she made sure the child remained clean, nicely
but sensibly clothed, and well fed. Now that Susie had
been taught to read by Sister Rose, thereíd be no public
schooling confusing the childís mind. Instead, Sister
Rose sent her to Pastor Richard several days a week for
Never were two equally religious individuals so
different from each other. Yet, as long as Susie could
remember, Sister Rose and Pastor Richards fought against
a common foe Ė the local brothel. Only the customers
seemed to know the location, and they werenít talking.
Even the sheriff and all his deputies hit nothing but
dead ends investigating the case.
Susie knew that Pastor Richards helped all he could.
Whenever a wife or girlfriend approached him with
suspicions of her husbandís or boyfriendís activities,
he suggested they send their beaus straight to Sister
Roseís evening menís Bible study. The men usually
cooperated, though the number of sinners grew every day.
Of course Susie didnít even know what "brothel" meant,
and the men sheíd met seemed nice enough. Still, if a
man found himself corrupted by sin of any kind, Susie
had faith Sister Rose would purge him clean.
Although Susie, by her inborn nature, normally tried
to be an honest and obedient child, thankful for Sister
Roseís kind care, there were days she dallied on her way
to Pastor Richardsí country home. Such was a fine spring
day after a long, hard winter when Susie decided that
visiting a lonely, old neighbor woman would be as
Christian an act as studying the Good Book. Besides,
Miss Ollie did always seem to have cookies or a piece of
cake waiting for young visitors.
When Susie arrived at the farm, she found herself
more than a bit concerned to see Miss Ollieís plow
standing in the field unattended. All the other farmers
were taking advantage of the lovely weather by preparing
the ground for planting. The townspeople called Miss
Ollie many names, but Susie had never heard her called
The rather chubby Ė to even think "fat" would be
impolite Ė gray-haired woman soon waved at her from the
barn. Susie felt the knot of fear wash away from her
tummy. Wasting no time, she broke into an unladylike
run. "Miss Ollie!" Susie called. "Whereís your cow?"
"Now thatís a sad story child," Miss Ollie said
leisurely, no hint of trouble in her voice. She placed a
black robe colorfully printed with multicolored stars a
rusty nail attached to the wall. "One day last winter I
set out to do my chores. I reckon I can tolerate
skipping a meal or two, but I canít abide by my critter
doing the same. Anyways, let me tell you, the cold bit
through a body so fiercely that every time I tried to
speak to my poor old cow, the words just froze and fell
right to the ground. You know how I like to rattle on.
Made quite a mess. Well child, curiosity got the best of
me so I brought a bunch of them frozen words right
inside my home to thaw by the fire. They thawed alright,
like a snowman on a summerís day, and you ainít never
heard such a racket! Such a loud calamity of words that
even clear out in the barn the cow got spooked and tried
to jump her stall. Never being exactly a graceful
creature, bless her heart, she broke her neck. Poor
thing, reckon she was just trying to find some peace and
quiet. Sad, thatís the truth of it, but I sure had me
some mighty fine roast beef that week!"
Susie grieved for the womanís loss even if roast beef
did sound like a fine meal for the dead of winter. "How
are you going to plow without a cow?"
"To be truthful with you, child," Miss Ollie said,
placing a work roughen-hand on top of Susieís head, "Iím
fixiní to go call up Barthy and see if heís of a notion
to locate me another one. Thatís all I can do, with cash
money being scarcer than a good-natured rattlesnake."
Susie pulled away, involuntarily hugging her Bible.
Everyone everywhere knew Miss Ollie came from a long
line of conjurors, but Sister Rose always made a big
to-do about warning Susie such practices were of the
Devil himself. Strangely, though, Pastor Richards, who
constantly praised Sister Roseís work, said that Miss
Ollie was harmless. He argued that God chose to gift
Miss Ollie with special powers.
"Would you like to watch?" Miss Ollie asked, pulling
open the trap door that led to the barnís cellar.
The offer put Susie in one fine bind. She shuddered
with fear at the very thought of witnessing such a
questionable activity. Still, itíd be rude to leave so
soon after arriving. Besides, Susie decided, what harm
would merely watching do? "Yes, maíam, seeing as youíre
so nice to invite me. But I gotta be honest," she
uttered, staring down at her bare, dirt-browned feet.
"Sister Roseíll have my hide proper if she finds out."
Miss Ollie snorted. "Now I donít see how what Sister
Rose donít know will hurt you."
Susie shrugged and followed the woman down the steep,
stone stairs after slipping the Bible into the big
pocket of her apron. Maybe thatíd hide the sinful act to
come from God. Settling down on a small stool in the
corner, she watched while Miss Ollie lit the
half-used-up candles in the cobweb-covered holders
mounted on the wall. Then the woman stood in the center
of the room, waving her hands and muttering some
mutterings Susie couldnít understand no matter how hard
she studied on them. A puff of dark, thick smoke filled
the far wall. When it cleared, there floated Barthy.
Barthy had to be the ugliest thing Susie ever hoped
to lay eyes on. The candle light reflected off his
shiny, slimy, purple skin. Little piggy-type yellow eyes
stared out on each side of a nose that looked like a
bumpy sweet potato. To top it all off, green warts of
various sizes covered his entire, naked body.
"What the hell do you want?" he snapped. Susie gasped
at the curse word, fighting the urge to cover her ears
since she really didnít want to miss anything. Quite
obviously, demons did not like to be bothered.
"Iím needing me a good, strong cow," Miss Ollie
stated matter-of-factly, as if she was merely ordering a
sack of flour from the grocer.
"I donít do Ö cows. Conjure it yourself."
"You know Great Uncle Peter died before he got around
to learning me anything but calling you up," she
answered in a tone as sharp as Barthyís. Susie knew from
past experience nothing riled Miss Ollie more than
mention of her uncle whoíd raised her from a baby.
Plattsville old-timers said Peter had been a first rate
conjuror, one of the best. Although heíd left Miss Ollie
shelves and shelves of books on spells along with
hundreds of jars of potions and herbs, heíd never gotten
around to teaching her to read. Miss Ollieís entire
inheritance turned out to be useless since no one had
the gumption to touch the books in order to read them to
"Truth is, a cowís a bit much," Barthy said. A dark
line of tobacco-colored drool began slithering from his
"And just why in my bloomers is that?" Miss Ollie
"Because Iíve never heard of them."
Miss Ollieís mouth fell open. She stammered and
stuttered, snorted and even stomped a little. "Wwwwwell,
I guess they ainít much use where you come from," she
"Excuse me," Susie said hesitantly. She waited until
Miss Ollie acknowledged her with a glance before
continuing, to make sure her advice was welcome.
"Speak up, child!"
"Maybe he could be of help if you told him what a cow
looked like," Susie suggested.
"Now thatís a practical idea," Miss Ollie agreed,
slapping her knee in joy. "Letís see Ė theyíve got
horns, tails with a tuft of hair at the very tip andÖ
"Split-type hooves," Susie added eagerly.
Barthy drew in a deep breath, taking some of the
remaining smoke in with the air. "Iíll see what I can
cook up," he said. He disappeared in a splattering of
sparks that lit the room up like a bunch of fireworks
dropped into an outhouse.
Miss Ollie turned, smiling at Susie. She clasped her
hands in front of her ample belly. "What do you think of
"Not to be rude or nothing like that, but I think you
need a brighter demon," Susie answered as gently as the
remark let her. "He doesnít have the sense of a hungry
hog in a corn crib."
"I agree with you there child. There, ainít much I
can do about it though."
Before Susie could continue the conversation, another
puff of smoke appeared against the wall. This time when
the haze started clearing, there stood a critter of
unbelievable beauty, as if sent from Heaven. The
animalís silvery mane flowed in waves against pure white
fur and just like Miss Ollie had described to her demon,
it had split hooves. Its back barely reached to Susieís
waist despite her being considered small. Most
remarkably of all, a single golden horn that sparkled in
the candlelight grew from the middle of its forehead.
Susie signed as she reassessed her opinion of Barthy.
Surely Devilís spawn could not have brought forth such a
"That stupid demon!" Miss Ollie screamed like a
rabbit with a beagle-dog holding on to its back leg. "He
sent me a jackass! A useless, puny little albino
"Not to be disrespectful," Susie said, "but I donít
think thatís a donkey, Miss Ollie. Looks like a unicorn
such as Iíve seen in a book over to the preacherís
Miss Ollie glared at her as if she thought Susie had
gone tetched in the head. "Do you need spectacles,
child? That critterís got nothing to do with corn Ďcept
perhaps cottoning to stealing an ear now and again."
Susie shook her head, beginning to wonder if Miss
Ollie had a few issues. "A unicornís a critter from the
time of knights and the Holy Crusades and fair maidens!
Or leastwise thatís what the preacher says. Thereís even
a mention of them in the Good Book."
Susie nodded. "Or so I recollect."
Miss Ollie scratched between her double chins,
looking thoughtfully at the unicorn. "Well, you know the
Bible betterín I ever will, so Iíll take your word on
it." As she spoke, the unicorn took a few tentative
steps toward Miss Ollie. It, or rather "he," Susie
noted, sniffed the air, then put his head against Miss
Ollieís belly. He seemed to be taking special care not
to let his horn stab her. Susie got up and hesitantly
went over to pet the unicorn herself. She didnít quite
want to touch an animal that, despite his angelic
appearance, allegedly came from the place of fire and
"Snowbritches here is certainly too puny to plow
with," Miss Ollie commented. "Did them ancient people in
Bible-times ever eat this sort of critter?"
"You canít eat him!" Susie cried, all intentions of
good manners forgotten. She wrapped her arms around the
Miss Ollie sighed, shaking her head slowly. "Canít
rightly keep an animal less he can do some sort of work.
I guess I could try to sell him in town. Hmmm, not a bad
idea cause I could use the money to buy a proper cow.
Always been partial to cows over jackasses. Easier to
milk. ĎSides, this here critter is a boy."
As much as Susie was beginning to think Miss Ollie
should keep the unicorn, she stayed silent. Being a
practical woman by nature, Miss Ollie didnít like
frivolous things, and she would be needing an animal
large enough to pull her plow. Otherwise, sheíd go
"Now hand me that rope hanging on the wall over
there," Miss Ollie said, pointing to a spot behind
Susie. "Weíll have to drag his sorry rump-end up the
stairs. I reckon I shouldíve had Barthy poof him up
there in the first place. Hindsight isnít foresight,
thatís for sure."
After Susie handed Miss Ollie the rope, the woman
held it up to Snowybritches. He sniffed it while eyeing
it like he was giving it a good studying. His eyes
crossed as he started nibbling on one end while Miss
Ollie tied the other into a loop. When she tried to put
the rope over his head, he reared, making a noise that
sounded like air escaping from a balloon or something
Susie hadnít seen Barthy conjure up any other animal,
but common sense led her to reason that an animal might
be a mite confused after being popped to life suddenly.
Locals told a story that Great Uncle Pete once conjured
up a cat to rid his barn of rats. The cat did his job as
cats are prone to do, then met his end when he took a
porcupine as a girlfriend. Even that memorable tale
didnít prepare her for Snowybritchesí little tricks.
She helped Miss Ollie chase the unicorn around the
cellar for nigh on one hour. Before they were through,
dust was nearly as thick as Barthyís putrid smoke.
Several times Susie managed to get her arms around his
neck, but he worked up such a sweat he was slicker than
a greased pig wallowing through an oil pit. They even
tried hiding the rope in hopes heíd calm himself down.
This worked to an extent. Heíd stop and let them pet him
before the sight of the rope being retrieved would begin
the chase anew.
Finally Miss Ollie stopped. Leaning against the wall,
her breathing sounded like a steam locomotive chugging
up a steep mountain. "Child, run up to the house and
fetch a towel from my linen chest," she managed to say
between gulps of air. "Maybe if we blindfold him, we can
get that rope around his no-good-for-nothing neck!"
Eager to be of help, Susie ran up the stairs two
steps at a time. Snowybritches trotted up after her.
Susie knew that going into town with Miss Ollie
risked her tender backside. Sister Roseís followers were
a loyal bunch, especially the men who often went to the
school for Bible Study in the evenings. Theyíd feel it
their duty to report Susieís doings, not-to-mention her
choice of companion. But Susie didnít care about her
fate, she simply wanted to make sure her unicorn found a
decent, happy home.
When the two first walked into town with the unicorn
tagging alongside, there werenít many people about. The
few who noticed them stopped and stared at the
single-horned critter, no doubt struck by Snowybritchesí
beauty, Susie decided, holding her head up proudly. She
quickly learned the truth of the adage "pride goeth
before a fall" when she tripped over a rock. Only Miss
Ollie grabbing her arm prevented Susie from getting a
pair of skinned knees.
"Weíll be needing a bigger crowd than this iffen Iím
to get a decent price," Miss Ollie grumbled.
Keeping her nose out of the air and stepping more
carefully, Susie followed Miss Ollie to a small stage
near the town school. She knew the platform well, since
Sister Rose often preached from it on Saturday mornings.
Other times, traveling medicine men and merchants used
it to sell their wares. The town folk were conditioned
to gather round when anyone took the stage, and this
time the schoolchildren led the rush. Many of them
carried their sandwiches and apples, willing to miss
their lunchtime games for a bit of entertainment.
A tall, gangly boy by the name of Tommy Wilkens
reached the stage first. "Sure is a funny looking burro,
"Ainít no burro, stupid," snapped a red-haired girl
Susie didnít know. "Thatís a goat ever Iíve seen one."
"Then you ainít never seen one," Tommy retorted.
"Now, now," Pastor Richards said. He stood among the
growing number of adults. "I came to town seeking my
young pupil and find, if Iím not mistaken, a unicorn!"
He stepped up on stage next to Miss Ollie. "I sure hope
you havenít been conjuring again. Donít you recall what
happened the last time you delved into your magic?
Plattsville was overrun with horseflies!"
"Well, now, as I remember it, Mr. Hawthorne asked me
to do something about his lack of luck breeding horses
over to his ranch. Horseflies, horses Ė how was I to
know a little slipup and things would go afoul?"
Pastor Richards laughed good-naturedly, patting Miss
Ollie on the back. "All I got to add is that youíre
lucky he chose molasses instead of tar. A might
stickier, but less likely to burn, when you get right
down to it."
"Reckon youíre right," Miss Ollie agreed. "Still, it
took me nigh on a month to get the feathers out of my
Susie laughed along with everyone else, although such
jolly-notions at anotherís misfortune struck her as a
bit naughty. She also didnít understand the preacherís
tolerance of Miss Ollie while still maintaining such a
friendship with Sister Rose. Miss Ollie she could almost
understand, as they both laughed easily and were
downright friendly to one and all. Sister Rose, though,
was a minnow in a goldfish pond. Although Susie loved
her guardian, the woman could be a bit strict at times,
unlike the preacher.
"Say, whatís going on?" an acne-faced adolescent boy
said over the crowdís laughter. He pushed himself
through the still-growing mass of people with pretty
Tammy Smithers in tow. "Thatís sure a strange looking
"Heís for sale," Miss Ollie mentioned.
Susie bit her lower lip to keep from shouting, "but
not to the likes of you!"
"I think heís pretty!" Tammy exclaimed, reaching out
to pet him.
Susie watched with wide eyes as Snowybritches sniffed
the air, snorted, pawed the wooden platform and finally
jumped at Tammy.
Tammy and the boy were already running when the
unicorn hit the ground. Almost everyone in the crowd
screamed until they realized that Snowybritches targeted
only the teenagers. As chaos erupted around her, Susie
stood her ground. Squeezing her eyes shut, she said a
silent prayer to have her sins forgiven, since she found
the whole scene terribly funny.
"The legend must be true!" she heard Pastor Richards
say. "Iíve heard tell that unicorns only like the pure
of heart, the virgins."
"Then why in my great-uncleís trousers didnít he
charge all them adults standing in the back?" Miss Ollie
"They didnít try to touch him I guess. Or maybe
because theyíre married and thus not fornicating in sin.
The Lord works in mysterious ways."
"Humph," Miss Ollie grunted. "Iíd like Him to be a
little less mysterious and let demons know what a proper
cow looks like. This critter ainít nothing but a
pretty-as-a-picture piece of four-legged, horny-headed
After chasing the two lovers up a nearby tree,
Snowybritches came back to Susie. She petted the
unicorn, glancing at Miss Ollie. A scowl wrinkled the
womanís face. Susie feared Miss Ollie was about to
decide the unicorn was too mean for anything but a
thick, medium-rare steak.
"Iíve got an idea creeping into my noggin," Pastor
Richards said, slapping his right thigh. Then he
whispered so the lingering crowd couldnít hear. "We
might be able to use this animal to find the house of
sinners. I could take him around to every dwelling in
town letting people pet him. Weíre bound to get a few
false alarms, but it sure wouldnít hurt to try."
"Well, seeing as that whorehouse ainít bothering me
in the least, Iíll still have to ask you for a price,"
Miss Ollie said. "Letís sayÖ one good cow. Big enough
for plowing, gentle enough for my morning cream."
"Done! Iíll bring it around tonight. Let me discuss
my plan with the sheriff, so he can get ready to house
some, uhr, ladies."
Susie lowered herself onto the stage. There she sat
cross-legged, the unicornís head on her lap. Being only
around eight years old, she didnít try to fathom the
Pastorís plan. However, one thing she knew for certain,
she didnít like the idea of a whole lot of strangers
getting Snowybritches all riled and out of sorts. She
sighed, knowing nothing could be done about it now
except to enjoy the critter while she could. "Please,
can I take him home with me?" she asked meekly. "Just
Ďtil you come for him, mind you. Thereís a Bible study
tonight, so Sister Roseíll be in the dormís gathering
room and I ainít allowed to help yet."
"Poor child," the preacher said, smiling
sympathetically. "I know how you feel. She made me
promise never to disturb a study either. Claims Iíd make
her nervous, seeing how Iíve been to a proper seminary.
Take heart, youíll soon be old enough to serve
refreshments with the other young women. Go ahead, take
the critter with you. Just donít let Sister Rose see
him, or sheíll have a willow branch to both of our
"Iíll be careful," Susie promised. "Iím rather
partial to sitting down now and again."
Because she lingered with Miss Ollie after the
preacher left, the setting sun threatened to darken
Susieís path. Even though she knew the way well and
trusted God to bring no harm to her, she broke into a
run with Snowybritches racing along with her. By the
time she arrived home, Sister Roseís Bible Study was
"Shhhh," she told Snowybritches.
The unicorn snorted, nodding his head in the
direction of his hooves.
"Got a point there," Susie whispered. "Hooves are
going to make quite a racket on wooden floors." Looking
around, her eyes fell on the coat rack. Since spring
weather was always iffy, several people had brought
wraps of one kind or another. Susie dug through the
pockets until she located four handkerchiefs, which she
tied around Snowybritchesí hooves. The plan didnít
totally muffle the sound, but luckily a long passageway
separated the dorm area, where the study was held, from
As usual, Susieís supper waited for her on a little
wooden chair. The cold food plus a tepid glass of milk
hardly satisfied her. However, with the kitchen being
located near the dormitory, she wasnít allowed in there
unless Sister Rose accompanied her. Sister Rose claimed
that young ladies didnít want a little girl underfoot
all the time. Susie figured sheíd hardly be a bother
since the young ladies needed to get ready for
motherhood anyway; however, she never argued with Sister
Rose as itíd certainly be deemed disrespectful.
Sitting in front of the large window, she split a
biscuit with Snowybritches as she watched for the
preacher. It seemed like forever before she saw him
coming up the trail with the sheriff. She raced to the
front door, trying to reach it before he knocked so the
noise wouldnít disturb the study.
"Hello," she said, curtsying as perfect a curtsy as
sheíd ever managed.
"How do you do?" the preacher said, nodding. "The
sheriff here wanted to see the unicorn. I donít think he
As if in answer, Snowbritches stuck his head out the
door and snorted. Unicorn spit flew from his mouth.
"Well, Iíll beÖ" the sheriff said, rubbing spit off
his arm. "Whoíd have thought? Whoíd have ever thought
such a thing?"
"Did you find a boarding place for him?" Susie asked
before the sheriff had a chance to remark that the
unicorn was a strange looking creature. "One with fresh
hay and oats and a carrot every day? Maybe a place where
I can come visit him sometimes, even if it is in town?"
"Susie!" a sharp voice cried from behind her. "Iíve
told you to be staying away from town with all them Ö
despicable, un-honorable, fornicating ladies running
around!" Susie turned to find Sister Rose stomping down
the hall. "And where did you get that beast and what on
Godís Good Earth is it doing in theÖ" Sister Rose froze.
Her expression changed from one of pure anger to a
welcoming smile. "Pastor Richards! Sheriff! I didnít see
you standing there. Surely Susie hasnít done anything
"Oh, no," the Sheriff assured her. "Quite the
contrary. As for this animal, itís hardly a beast in the
sense you meant. Weíre reckoning it must be a unicorn."
"Goodness! Iíve read about them. Must admit Iíve
never heard tell of anyone actually seeing one."
The Sheriff drew in a deep breath and exchanged
glances with Pastor Richards. "Well, admittedly this one
comes from what you might callÖ questionable origins.
Still, who are we to look a gift horse in the mouth?"
"Whatever do you mean?" Sister Rose asked.
Pastor Richards cleared his throat. "Supposedly, they
only approach virgins. Weíre kind of hoping this one
will help find the brothel."
Sister Roseís forehead wrinkled oddly. "Itís hearsay,
Iím sure. Iím surprised at you for believing such a
thing. Though I got to say it is a right pretty animal."
She reached out to pet him. Snowybritches had other
Letting out a high-pitched cry, the unicorn reared
and charged. Sister Rose immediately turned tail and
started running back towards the dorm. Young ladies and
men, in various stages of dress, streamed out into the
hallway to find the origin of the scream. None of the
men were wearing shirts, and most of the women were
wrapped only in blankets.
Susie brought her hands up to her eyes, peeking
through slightly parted fingers as Snowybritches seemed
to go totally, full-moon crazy. He started to charge one
person, then turned to charge another. When the people
saw he wasnít going to complete any of his threats, they
formed a large circle around him. Susie pushed her way
between two men, revealing all of how they differed from
women. She found the unicorn turning in circles, barely
keeping on his feet. Finally, Snowybritches fell.
"How about that, preacher man?" Susie heard Miss
Ollie comment from the doorway. "I came to see if youíd
brought my cow here and got quite a show. Feel like I
snuck into the moving picture house without buying a
ticket. Sure looks like you got your hussies."
"Yep, canít argue with that," he agreed softly.
"Sheriff, I reckon youíll be needing my help handling
Susie finally found the nerve to go to the unicornís
side. She placed her hand on his chest. He wasnít
breathing. She couldnít even feel veins pumping blood.
His heart didnít beat. Feeling Miss Ollieís gentle touch
on her shoulder, Susie turned and hugged her, sobbing.
"I think heís dead."
"Fraid so. Itís okay, child." Miss Ollie rubbed
Susieís back soothingly. "Old Barthy can probably poof
us up another one. Maybe a herd of them if we ask
nicely. Who knows, maybe if I actually ask for one of
these convoluted unicorns, I might get a cow."
"Wonít be the same," Susie whispered. "Wonít be
"No, but itíll be a critter that needs caring for and
petting and loving. Speaking of which, I seem to be
looking at someone whoís going to be needing a home, a
place to lay your head and say your goodnight prayers.
Seeing as Iím getting a might lonely myself, why not
come live with me? Save you from having to sneak over
all the time."
Susie looked up into Miss Ollieís pale green eyes.
"IÖIíd like that. Only, itís just that Sister Rose
claims you practice the black arts."
Miss Ollie laughed heartily, the sound echoing
through the building. "Not anymore than she does. Fact
is, Iíd like to show you just how far from the truth
that is. Iím counting on teaching you just as Great
Uncle Pete taught me, only better. Shoot, if you can
read to me from some of his books, maybe I can conjure
up a smarter demon."
Wiping tears on the hem of Miss Ollieís dress, Susie
nodded. "MaybeÖ maybe we can try for a dragon. You know,
like the one St. George killed, only friendlier."
"Goodness sake and snakes, child!" Miss Ollie
exclaimed. "You got to start simple, especially when
dealing with the simple-sort like Barthy. Weíll ask for
Susie jumped up and into Miss Ollieís waiting arms.
"Then weíll be bound to get a dragon!"