At the
unexpected sound the sheep in the road started and looked about them
uneasily. "Come on, girls, I'm mad enough to attack 'em single-handed.
All who are with me, say Aye."
"Aye!" they yelled, scurrying about to find sticks and stones.
Betty, flourishing a branch at the frightened flock, yelled: "We are
wild, wild women, old sheep. You had better get out while the going's
good. We eat little fellers like you alive!" and with a whoop of wild
spirits she danced down to the edge of the wood waving her stick
wildly about her head.
Her fun was contagious and, smothering their laughter, the girls
waltzed after her, throwing sticks and stones and all sorts of
improvised weapons into the midst of the now thoroughly frightened
flock.
Mrs. Irving strove to caution them, but her voice was lost in the
babble, and for once in her life at least she found herself utterly
ignored. With a little sigh she picked up a stick of her own and
followed after the girls.
For a moment it looked as though the panic stricken sheep would rush
straight for the shouting girls, and in that moment what was little
more than an exciting game to the girls might have turned into a
rather dreadful tragedy.
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