It was very neatly done; it isn't everybody who can count out six hundred running hungry sheep without a mistake.

But then, I oughtn't to say too much, for you see I have been at it for fifty years, in the old colony and here.

Now, many a man would get fifty sheep wrong.

There's Niel for instance----" "Uncle," said she, wincing a little at the name, as a horse with a sore back winces at the touch of the saddle, "it wasn't about the sheep that I was going to speak to you.

I want you to do me a favour." "A favour?
Why, God bless the girl, how pale you look!--not but what you are always pale.