You may bring your wool to Mr.Quinn in fleeces, just as you sheer it off the sheep's back.

He will pay you for it, more or less, according to the amount of trouble you have taken with your sheep.

This is the way the younger generation likes to treat its wool.

If you are older, and are blessed with a wife able to card and spin, you deal differently with Mr.Quinn.
For many evenings after the shearing your wife sits by the fireside with two carding-combs in her hands, and wipes off them wonderfully soft rolls of wool.

Afterwards she fetches the great wheel from its nook, and you watch her pulling out an endless gray thread while she steps back and forwards across the floor.