"I don't think I ever saw a morning like this, so clear and bright; those hills there look as though they were quite near." "It's the rain," she explained.

"It seems to wash the atmosphere.

My father says there is only one other place which has this particular clearness and brightness after rain: and that's Ireland.

There are the sheep.

Now," she smiled, "do you know how to count them ?" He stared at her.
"You begin at number one, I suppose," he said.
She smiled.
"But where is number one ?" She spoke to Donald in a low voice, then the collie began to work the sheep up into a heap; Bess assisting with her sharp yap.
"Now they're ready," said Ida.