“And what will they cost?”
“I am sure I can’t tell you.”
“Are they as good as the roe or the big deer?”
“I don’t know that, either. I don’t think I ever ate fallow-deer. But you know they are not kept here for that purpose. A great many gentlemen in this country keep a lot of them in their parks merely to look pretty. They cost a great deal more than they produce.”
“They must eat up a great deal of fine grass,” said Sheila, almost sorrowfully. “It is a beautiful ground for sheep—no rushes, no peat-moss, only fine, good grass and dry land. I should like my papa to see all this beautiful ground.”
“I fancy he has seen it.”
“Was my papa here?”
“I think he said so.”
“And did he see those deer?”
“Doubtless.”