Both were crying as if their hearts would break, and startled as I felt to see these floods of tears, it struck me how incongruous their attitude looked against the background of the large window through which all nature looked so smiling and sparkling.

The kettle was singing on the fire, everything seemed bright and snug and comfortable indoors.

"What in the world has happened ?" I gasped, really frightened.
"Nothing, mem: its only them sheep," sobbed Euphemia, "calling like.
They always makes me cry.

Your tea 'll be ready directly, mem" (this last with a deep sigh.) "Is it possible you are crying about that ?" I inquired.

"Yes, mem, yes," said Euphemia, in heart-broken accents, clasping Lois, who was positively howling, closer to her sympathetic heart.