He was very shy of Miss Laura, but Mr.Wood held him firmly, and let her stroke his head as much as she liked.

"You call him little," said Mr.Wood; "if you put your arm around him, you'll find he's a pretty: substantial lamb.

He was born in March.

This is the last of July; he'll be shorn the middle of next month, and think he's quite grown up.

Poor little animal! he had quite a struggle for life.