Suddenly stopping short, he pointed to some sheep, at the further end of the field through which they happened to be passing at the moment.
"There's a pretty sight," he said.

"There are the innocent sheep a-feeding--all following each other as usual.

And there's the sly dog waiting behind the gate till the sheep wants his services.

Reminds me of Old Sharon and the public!" He chuckled over the discovery of the remarkable similarity between the sheep-dog and himself, and the sheep and the public--and then burst upon Isabel with a second question.

"I say! didn't you look at the letter before you sealed it ?" "Certainly not!" Isabel answered.
"Not even at the address ?" "No!" "Thinking of something else--eh ?" "Very likely," said Isabel.
"Was it your new bonnet, my dear ?" Isabel laughed.