I remember the first.

I held my nurse's hand, and wore such a funny little coat, and such a big lace collar.

And, dear me! it was just such a day as this, thirty-two years ago, that your mother walked up to the shearing with me, Charlotte; and I asked her if she would be my wife, and she said she would.

Thou takes after her a good deal; she had the very same bright eyes and bonny face, and straight, tall shape thou has to-day.

Barf Latrigg was sixty then, turning a bit gray, but able to shear with any man they could put against him.