“‘It’s all right,’ I’ll say, ‘you needn’t bother; I’ll shear your sheep.’
“‘Why,’ he’ll say, ‘can you shear?’
“‘Shear? Of course I can! I shore before you were born.’ It won’t matter if he’s twice as old as me.
“So I’ll shear his sheep and make a few pounds, and he’ll be glad and all the more eager to keep me on, so’s to always have someone to shear his sheep. But by and by I’ll get tired of stopping in the one place and want to be on the move, so I’ll tell him I’m going to leave.
“‘Why, what do you want to go for?’ he’ll say, surprised, ‘ain’t you satisfied?’
“‘Oh, yes, I’m satisfied, but I want a change.’
“‘Oh, don’t go,’ he’ll say; ‘stop and we’ll call it twenty-five bob a week.’
“But I’ll tell him I’m off—wouldn’t stay for a hundred when I’d made up my mind; so, when he sees he can’t persuade me he’ll get a bit stiff and say:
“‘Well, what about that there girl? Are you goin’ to go away and leave her like that?’
“‘Why, what d’yer mean?’ I’ll say. ‘Leave her like what?’ I won’t pretend to know what he’s driving at.