Mrs.Windham set great store by him, and her husband didn't want to kill him.

But he said Dash had got to give up his sheep-killing, if he wanted to live.

That cured him.
He's never worried a sheep from that day to this, and if you offer him a bit of sheep's wool now, he tucks his tail between his legs, and runs for home.

Now, I must stop my talk, for we're in sight of the farm.
Yonder's our boundary line, and there's the house.

You'll see a difference in the trees since you were here before." We had come to a turn in the road where the ground sloped gently upward.
We turned in at the gate, and drove between rows of trees up to a long, low; red house, with a veranda all round it.