’I—I!’ answered the carrier. ’What will that avail? I never shot anything in my life but one sparrow, and that I blew to pieces. I rested my gun-barrel on the shiver (bar) of a gate, and waited till a sparrow came to some crumbs I had scattered. Then I fired, and a splash of blood and some feathers were all that remained of the sparrow. No, I am no shot. The noise close to my ear unnerves me. Besides, I am short-sighted. No; if the dog takes the lambs, let him, I cannot prevent it.’ ’But you must sit up, father.’ ’What can I do? If I saw the dog I should not know whose ’t was. Honor saw it, she can say whose it was.’ ’I do not know. It struck me as like Mr. Langford’s Rover, but I cannot be sure; the ash-trees were between the moon and the meadow, and flickered.’ ’Oh! if it be Rover we are right.’ ’How so, father?’ ’Langford will pay if his dog has done the damage.’ ’He must be made to pay,’ said Kate. ’He won’t do it if he can scrape out.’ ’I cannot be sure it was Rover,’ said Honor. ’I saw a dark beast, but the ash flickered in the wind, and the flakes of moonlight ran over the grass like lambs, and the shadows like black dogs. I was not near enough to make sure. Unless we can swear to Rover, we must be content to lose.’ ’Mr. Langford will not dispute about a lamb or two,’ said Oliver, rubbing his ear. ’Then he will be different in this to what he is in everything else,’ said Kate. ’He won’t be hard on us,’ said her father. Honor was accustomed to see him take his troubles easily, but he was unwontedly, perplexingly indifferent now, and the loss was grave and might be graver. ’I will watch with you to-night, Honor,’ said Kate. ’And what is more, I will swear to Rover, if I see the end of his tail. Then we can charge the lambs at a pound a-piece to old Langford.’ ’As for that,’ said the father, with a side-glance at his eldest daughter, ’Mr. Langford—don’t call him old Langford any more, Kate, it’s not respectful—Mr. Langford won’t press for the horse. It lies with you whether we have him for nothing or have to return him.’ He spoke looking at Honor, but he had addressed Kate just before. The latter did not heed his words. Honor had been crossing the room with a bowl in her hands. She stood still and looked at him. A question as to his meaning rose to her lips, but she did not allow it to pass over them. She saw that a knowing smile lurked at her father’s mouth-corners, and that he was rubbing his hands nervously. The subject was not one to be prosecuted in the presence of her brothers and sisters. She considered a moment, then went into the back kitchen with the bowl. She would make her father explain himself when they were together alone.