Tom, the shepherd, followed and sat down by the fire.
"It was nea an easy job, but we manished it," he said.

"Swinset sheep is thief sheep, but they're none a match for Kit's oad dog." Kit stopped abruptly as he crossed the floor and his heart beat.

"Ah!" he said.

"Miss Osborn ?" Grace smiled as she got up and gave him her hand.

"Well done! Have you brought them all?
But of course you have!" "They're in the pen," Kit answered, with some embarrassment.
Then Railton stood up, leaning awkwardly on his stick.
"I've misdoubted your new-fashioned plans, and ken that I was wrang.
There's nea ither lad in aw t' dale could ha' browt Herdwicks doon Bleatarn ghyll last neet.