"I came on business," said 'Lisbeth; "very important."
"Indeed! where are you going?"
"Nowhere. I'm going to be a sheep-boy. I made up my mind to 't yesterday, only I got in the hogshead."
"And whose sheep are you going to mind?"
"Yours. I want to get money to buy a new dress, because I tumbled in the mud and spoiled my blue speckled, and I want to get rich to go to London."
"Hi! hi! that is it; and you are going to be a sheep-boy?"
"Yes, sir, please go home."
"I cannot have a sheep-boy with skirts, he must have pants; the sheep would not like a sheep-boy with skirts."
'Lisbeth hung down her head; she began pulling some berries which grew among the brambles. She did not say another word to Mr. Gilham; she only ran down the path. Mr. Gilham giggled a little to see her go. Mr. Gilham fell asleep; fell, rather into a doze. It did not seem to him many minutes from the time when he saw her run down the path, till he heard her say: "Please go home, sir."
"Who are you?" said Mr. Gilham, rousing up.