He had forgotten her other name , and it did not matter ; at five o'clock in the morning people who met in dewy clover fields might disregard the conventionalities . `` Is n't it rather a large contract for you to be milking seven cows all alone ? May I help you ? '' Mollie looked up at him over her shoulder . She had glorious grey eyes . Her face was serene and undisturbed . `` Can you milk ? '' she asked . `` Unlikely as it may seem , I can , '' said Murray . `` I have never confessed it to Mrs. Emory , because I was afraid she would inveigle me into milking her fourteen cows . But I do n't mind helping you . I learned to milk when I was a shaver on my vacations at a grandfatherly farm . May I have that extra pail ? '' Murray captured a milking stool and rounded up another Jersey . Before sitting down he seemed struck with an idea . `` My name is Arnold Murray . I board at Sweetbriar Cottage , next farm to Orchard Knob . That makes us near neighbours . '' `` I suppose it does , '' said Mollie . Murray mentally decided that her voice was the sweetest he had ever heard .
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