MISS LAURA was very much interested in the sheep on Dingley Farm.

There was a flock in the orchard near the house that she often went to see.
She always carried roots and vegetables to them, turnips particularly, for they were very fond of them; but they would not come to her to get them, for they did not know her voice.

They only lifted their heads and stared at her when she called them.

But when they heard Mr.Wood's voice, they ran to the fence, bleating with pleasure, and trying to push their noses through to get the carrot or turnip, or whatever he was handing to them.

He called them his little Southdowns, and he said he loved his sheep, for they were the most gentle and inoffensive creature that he had on his farm.
One day when he came into the kitchen inquiring for salt, Miss Laura said: "Is it for the sheep ?" "Yes," he replied; "I am going up to the woods pasture to examine my Shropshires." "You would like to go too, Laura," said Mrs.Wood.