"But I want to know the day of the month; and I'll tell you why. You all
have birthdays except me, and no one knows when mine was, so I am going
to keep mine for the future on the day I was brought here, so I shall
be like the sheep; you count their age from their first shearing, not
from the day they are born, and I am going to count mine from the day I
was found. Now try and remember when it was, will you?"
"Twelve years ago last shearing; it was on a Friday, the day before the
shearing ended, somewhere about this time, for we finished shearing last
Saturday week," said John.
"It was earlier, John; it was the twenty-sixth of June; I wrote it down
in my Bible the night you found her; but come into supper; the smock is
finished at last," said Mrs. Shelley, folding up the ugly garment with a
sigh.
"Jack's smock? I am glad of that, he must put it on to-morrow; he will
look every inch a shepherd then," said John.
"Indeed, he won't wear it to-morrow; we are all going to have a holiday,
and going to the seaside for the day; but where is Jack? I wish he would
come into tea. I want him to help me with my lessons; I shall be much
too tired to do them to-morrow," said Fairy, as they went into the
kitchen.
(_To be continued._)
"SHE COULDN'T BOIL A POTATO;"
OR,
THE IGNORANT HOUSEKEEPER, AND HOW SHE ACQUIRED KNOWLEDGE.
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