I petted him all through April, and gave him extras--different kinds of meal, till I found what suited him best; now he does me credit." "Dear little lamb," said Miss Laura, patting him.

"How can you tell him from the others, uncle ?" "I know all their faces, Laura.

A flock of sheep is just like a crowd of people.

They all have different expressions, and have different dispositions." "They all look alike to me," said Miss Laura.
"I dare say.

You are not accustomed to them.