"Suppose they should come in here?"
"Well, they are not lions, you goose," said Mollie, coming out of the
trance into which surprise had thrown her. "They are only sheep, and
they couldn't hurt you if they tried."
"Not unless they stampeded," said Betty quietly. "In that case I
wouldn't care to be in the way."
"But we can't stay here all night," Mollie protested impatiently.
"Held up by a lot of silly old sheep," added Grace, still more
uncomfortably conscious of a growing appetite.
"It must be almost two o'clock," added Amy with a sigh.
"Yes, if things keep on this way it will be night before we reach the
lodge," said Mollie, adding with decision, "I vote that we get some
sticks and stones and scat 'em out of the way."
"I think I have a better suggestion than that," put in Mrs. Irving,
speaking for the first time. "I think we had better wait for a short
time before we do anything. The sheep will probably get tired in a
little while and wander off of their own accord."
"Oh, all right," said Mollie, with rather bad grace as she seated
herself on a convenient rock.
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