Maybe it's not pleasing to you it is."
"And to be sure it isn't pleasing to me, you aggravating goose-cap!"
"Please, sir, hand me one pound thirteen and fourpence before you sit
down to your dinner. I'm afraid it's sorrow that's on you for hiring
me at all."
"May the div--oh, no; I'm not sorry. Will you begin, if you please,
and put in the thatch again, just as if you were doing it for your
mother's cabin?"
"Oh, faith I will, sir, with a heart and a half;" and by the time the
farmer came out from his dinner, Jack had the roof better than it was
before, for he made the boy give him new straw.
Says the master when he came out: "Go, Jack, and look for the heifers,
and bring them home."
"And where shall I look for 'em?"
"Go and search for them as if they were your own." The heifers were
all in the paddock before sunset.
Next morning says the master: "Jack, the path across the bog to the
pasture is very bad; the sheep does be sinking in it every step; go
and make the sheep's feet a good path." About an hour after he came
to the edge of the bog, and what did he find Jack at but sharpening a
carving knife, and the sheep standing or grazing around.
"Is this the way you are mending the path, Jack?" said he.
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