I Was Farm Bailey, and I Was All the Other Way

My lady discovered that I was getting old before I discovered it myself, and she had come to my cottage to wittle me into giving out my hard, out-of-door work as Bailey. The dispute between us ended after that, in my white being my eyes like an old fool with my new woolen waistcoat, and saying I would think about it. But the perturbation in my mind, in regard to thinking about it, being truly dreadful after my lady had gone away, I applied the remedy which I have never yet found to fail me in cases of doubt and emergency. I smoked a pipe, then took a turn at Robinson Crusoe. Today we'd love what