"I ain't had a barf since Gravesend," said Dickie, and flushed at the indiscretion.
Barf Latrigg was sixty then, turning a bit gray, but able to shear with any man they could put against him.
Yes, yes; Barf is as happy as a boy now, but I remember when he was back-set and fore-set with trouble.
Barf's married daughters had their portions long ago, but he left each of them three hundred pounds as a good-will token.
Barf had lost his sight when I got there; but he knew my voice, and he asked me to lay my face against his face.
Charlotte, I have been coming to Barf Latrigg's shearings for about half a century.