"Can't we do something, Mrs.
Irving?"
"Wait just a few minutes more," begged the lady, who was afraid of the
sheep, but was reluctant to confess her fear to her young charges.
"Look, there seems to be a movement among them now," she added
hopefully, as one sheep pressed against another and sent it scampering
a few feet along the road. "We won't have to wait much longer, I am
sure."
And so, loth to break their chaperon's authority, the girls fidgeted
and fumed, getting more impatient and hungrier with every leaden
minute that dragged itself by until almost three-quarters of an hour
had passed.
Then, when they began to think that they must scream if they were
forced to wait another minute, their chaperon rose of her own accord
and with a decided movement flicked the dust from her skirt.
"I think we have waited long enough," she hazarded, to which each girl
said a fervent though silent "amen." "I suppose we shall have to
follow Mollie's suggestion and gather sticks and stones. Perhaps we
can scare them away."
"Hooray!" shouted Mollie, jumping to her feet with relief.
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