Mrs. Wylie gathered up her sewing and retired. Then he said to his daughter:
"You come and hold the candle."

Mary put on her hood and followed her father to the yard.
The carcase lay close to the rails, against which two sheets of bark
had been raised as a break-wind. The beast had been partly skinned,
and a portion of the hide, where a brand might have been,
was carefully turned back. Mary noticed this at once.
Her father went on with his work, and occasionally grumbled at her
for not holding the candle right.

"Where did you buy the steer, father?" she asked.

"Ask no questions and hear no lies." Then he added, "Carn't you see
it's a clear skin?"

She had a keen sense of humour, and the idea of a "`clear skin' steer"
would have amused her at any other time. She didn't smile now.

He turned the carcase over; the loose hide fell back,
and the light shone on a distinct brand. White as a sheet went Mary's face,
and her hand trembled so that she nearly let the candle fall.

"What are you adoin' of now?" shouted her father. "Hold the candle,
carn't you? You're worse than the old woman."

"Father! the beast is branded! See! ---- What does PB stand for?"

"Poor Beggar, like myself. Hold the candle, carn't you? --
and hold your tongue."