"Oh, dear, me, Car'lyn!" exclaimed Edna. "Look at all those sheep." A flock of a score or more was milling in the road. A black-faced old ewe was trying to lead the flock over or through the stone wall into the Ball pasture. "My goodness, won't Miss Molly be sot all aback!" cried Carolyn, repeating an expression she had lately learned and thought well of. "Those are all Nebuchadnezzar's relations." "How do you know?" asked her friend. "Of course they are. Don't you see they've all got black faces? And they are trying to get into our pasture! And they can't, the poor things!" "That big sheep is going to push that rock over. If it can do it," Edna said as "judgmatically" as Aunt Ardelia Dodge would have said it, "they can all go through the wall." "Let's help 'em," Carolyn suggested. "Let's," agreed Edna promptly. So, telling Prince to stay back and behave, the children ran up along the toppling stone wall. The old ewe backed away and stamped her feet. "Do you s'pose it'll bite, Carolyn?" murmured Edna, stopping and preparing to withdraw at any further sign of antagonism on the part of the black-faced ewe. "Certainly not," declared Carolyn. "It's got only one set of teeth, anyway." "The poor thing! Is it as old as all that?" queried Edna, who was not as familiar with the split-hoof herbivorous animals as Carolyn claimed to be. "It must be as old as old Mrs. Junkins at home, for she hasn't got but a few teeth left, and she says they don't hit!" "This sheep'll never hurt you," Carolyn bravely declared, and she approached the stone on the wall. Seeing that it was already wabbling, she managed to push it over into the pasture without any great difficulty. It rolled down a little gully, and several other stones followed it, for the wall was built in a very haphazard fashion. She stepped back, and at once the old ewe dashed for the opening. She plunged through, and the other sheep, old and young, crowding and bleating, followed after. "I s'pose," said Carolyn, seriously, "we ought to stop up that place again so that they can't get out." "But we can't lift those stones," objected Edna. "We've done enough," the little visitor added, taking credit for what Carolyn had really accomplished alone. "I guess that's so. Well, let's hurry and tell Miss Molly. She can lift them. Miss Molly's awful strong." The sheep were now feeding composedly, and were heading down the hollow, the other end of which could not be seen from the roadside. The little girls quickened their steps and turned up the Ball lane. As they approached the cottage Molly I. came out to ask: "Did you children see Abel Mott's sheep along the road anywhere? They've broke out again." "Oh, no," Carolyn assured her. "We only saw your sheep. They had got out of the pasture." "Nonsense, child!" said Molly I. "I saw our sheep grazin' up in this end of our pasture not ha'f an hour ago."