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CHAPTER XXIX
A TALK ABOUT SHEEP
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 creatures
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. "Take your hands
right away from that cake. I'll finish frosting it for you.
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