The rest was plain; the _heaf_ is the hill pasture where a lamb is born, and Swinset was fifteen miles away.

It was a very large sheepwalk and much time would be needed to find the sheep on the wide belt of moor.
"If you know the sheep are at Swinset, they would be allowed for in the count," she said.
"I have my doubts.

Mr.Hayes sent me notice tally would be taken on Thursday and he's a hard man." Grace colored.

Although she did not like Hayes, he was Osborn's agent.
There was much she wanted to know, but she could not ask.
"Mr.Hayes cannot do exactly as he likes; he must get my father's consent," she said.

"However, as I am going home by the field path, I had better start before it's dark." "There's a broken gate that's awkward to open.