Mrs.Hope says you are absorbed in sheep." Lewis Elliot looked amused.

"I can imagine the scorn Mrs.Hope put into her voice as she said 'sheep.' But one must be absorbed in something--why not sheep ?" "I like a sheep," said Jock, and he quoted: "'Its conversation is not deep, But then, observe its face.'" "You may be surprised to hear," said Lewis, "that sheep are almost like fine ladies in their ways: they have megrims, it appears.

I found one the other day lying on the hill more or less dead to the world, and I went a mile or two out of my way to tell the shepherd.

All he said was, 'I ken that yowe.

She aye comes ower dwamy in an east wind.' ...