Go on, Charlotte." He kept on at this feckless work till late in the afternoon, and by that time he had filled both bags full with odd bits of stone.

Joe said he hadn't often had a harder darrack after sheep at clipping-time than he had after that old man, carrying his leather bags.

But, however, they got back to our house, and mother gave the stranger some bread and milk; and after he had taken it, and talked with father about sheep-farming and such like, he paid Joe his five shillings like a man, and told him he would give him another five shillings if he would bring his bags full of stones down to Skeal-Hill by nine o'clock in the morning.
"Are you sleepy Sophy ?" "Oh, dear, no! Go on." Next morning Joe took the bags, and started for Skeal-Hill.

It was another hot morning; and he hadn't gone far till he began to think that he was as great a fool as the jolly-jist to carry broken stones to Skeal-Hill, when he could find plenty on any road-side close to the place he was going to.

So he shook them out of the bags, and stepped on a gay bit lighter without them.