"Yes, but the other sheep!"
"All baa in the same way and on the same note; all jump over the same imaginary fence, because one has jumped over a real one; are all branded with the same mark, washed in the same pool and shorn with the same scissors."
"Mercy, darling! Are you a farmer?"
A tender smile dawned in Mrs. Verulam's eyes.
"No," she murmured softly. "It was James Bush who taught me all about sheep."
"James Bush!"
"Yes. If you want to stop a ewe from coughing——"
"Daisy!"
Mrs. Verulam flushed a lovely rose colour.