Beside him posed the equally unmistakable form of the farmer and his
whip.

And the sheep were flocked around them!




CHAPTER III

THE DISASTROUS DRAG


"It was perfectly delicious!"

"I'm glad you think so, Tavia. No, I am not, either; I am very sorry."

Dorothy put aside her notes, and sighed the last sigh for one
night--that sort of content signal with which young girls usually put
the final period to labor.

"Oh, Dorothy!" and Tavia flung herself down directly upon her friend's
nicely pressed robe. "You always want to put the damper on. What's the
use of being girls if we can't be----"

"Idiots!" added Dorothy, and she wondered why she so strongly opposed
Tavia. "I'll tell you, Tavia, this business of chatting with strange
young men is nothing less than foolish. I can't see where it becomes
funny."