"Shear a sheep?"
"No," said I.
"Guide a plough?"
"No," said I.
"Shoe a 'oss?"
"No," said I.
"Then ye can't work—Lord love me, wheer 'ave 'e been?"
"At a university," said I.
"Where, master?"
"At a place warranted to turn one out a highly educated incompetent," I explained.