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. "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, both 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."