And his smock-frock is burnt in two holes, I declare! A fine young shepherd he is too, ma'am." "Whose shepherd is he ?" said the equestrian in a clear voice.
"Don't know, ma'am." "Don't any of the others know ?" "Nobody at all--I've asked 'em.

Quite a stranger, they say." The young woman on the pony rode out from the shade and looked anxiously around.
"Do you think the barn is safe ?" she said.
"D'ye think the barn is safe, Jan Coggan ?" said the second woman, passing on the question to the nearest man in that direction.
"Safe-now--leastwise I think so.

If this rick had gone the barn would have followed.

'Tis that bold shepherd up there that have done the most good--he sitting on the top o' rick, whizzing his great long-arms about like a windmill." "He does work hard," said the young woman on horseback, looking up at Gabriel through her thick woollen veil.

"I wish he was shepherd here.