"Something about washing the sheep. I do not clearly understand it myself."
"Shall you have it done?"
"What do you say?"
"Of course I do not know anything about it," Donald replied modestly, "but somehow I feel as if Sandy and the men are right."
"I think so too."
"Couldn't I ask Sandy what it is, father?"
"I am thinking of asking him myself, Don, if I get a good chance."
The chance came unexpectedly, for at that very moment Sandy McCulloch came out of one of the sheep-pens and crossed the walk to the central barn.
"What are you up to to-day, Sandy?" called Mr. Clark.
"I am going to dip my flock, sir, down in the south meadow."