"But all the time we are waiting for
them to be tired, we will be getting tired ourselves and, goodness,
Mrs. Irving, I'm being starved to death."
At the desperation in her tones the girls had to laugh, though they
were as reluctant to sit with folded hands and wait as she was. Still,
Mrs. Irving was their chaperon and probably knew best.
So with admirable resignation they disposed themselves beside Mollie
on the big rock and settled down to watch for developments.
But after waiting for an everlasting five minutes they decided that
there were to be no developments. The foolish sheep continued to
circle lazily about the cars, nibbling now and then upon the grass by
the roadside but showing not the slightest intention in the world of
moving from there for some time to come.
"Oh, what shall we do?" moaned Grace, moving restlessly on her
uncomfortable seat. "My foot is going to sleep and I'm trying to sit
on a pointed stone or something."
"And it looks as though those crazy sheep were going to stay there all
night," added Betty, herself growing restive at the apparent futility
of waiting for something to happen.
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