I've set out some young trees in the orchard, and unless I get chicken wire around them, my sheep will be barking them for me." "I've seen them," said Miss Laura, "standing up on their hind legs and nibbling at the trees, taking off every shoot they can reach." "They don't hurt the old trees," said Mr.Wood; "but the young ones have to be protected.

It pays me to take care of my fruit trees, for I get a splendid crop from them, thanks to the sheep." "Good-bye, little lambs and dear old sheep," said Miss Laura, as her uncle opened the gate for her to leave the pasture.

"I'll come and see you again some time.

Now, you had better go down to the brook in the dingle and have a drink.

You look hot in your warm coats." "You've mastered one detail of sheep-keeping," said Mr.Wood, as he slowly walked along beside his niece.