"Oh, no, Miss Molly, you couldn't," Carolyn said earnestly. "They were all out in the road and trying their hardest to get into your pasture-lot. So I helped 'em." "You helped 'em?" "Yes. I threw down a stone so that they could get through the wall, and they all went through--just as slick! But Edna and I couldn't put up the stone again. It was too big." "For the land's sake!" exclaimed Molly I., and she started across the fields toward the pasture, dishcloth in hand. The little girls trotted with her, realizing that something was wrong but not understanding what. They came in sight of the upper end of the pasture. There were the two flocks of sheep feeding together, and hopelessly mixed! "Now you _have_ done it, children," said Molly Ball, in despair. "It'll take Barzilla a full day to separate them an' git Abel Mott's out into the road again. Abel will never lift his hand to sort 'em out. His pasture is poor anyway, and he don't mind how long his sheep stay away from home, if they come back with their fleece on. He's mighty careful 'bout foldin' them when it comes shearin' time." "Oh!" gasped Carolyn, at last. "Did--did I let in the wrong sheeps?" "I cal'late you did. But they likely would ha' broke in somewhere," said the island girl more mildly. "Don't fret about it, child." But Carolyn May was a good deal chagrined that she should have made such a mistake. "Sheeps are so much alike," she complained to Edna. "Even Nebuchadnezzar is getting to look like all his relations. And those sheeps of Mr. Abel Mott acted just like they belonged in that pasture." "Next time," Edna said, solemnly, "I wouldn't turn a herd of giraffes into one of these lots." "But goodness!" cried Carolyn, "you wouldn't find giraffes on Block Island." Nobody scolded them much for the mistake, and everybody was vastly amused by the little girls' account of Mr. Oly Littlefield's mishap. Baby Laird's papa was no longer going to the Old Harbour daily, for there was nothing more he could do for Mr. Ben Truefelt about the hotel. He began to go out with Barzilla in the _Snatch It_, and they were sometimes gone the better part of two days. The pale lady, as Carolyn always thought of her friend, continued to look worried and Carolyn heard now and then hints of the departure of the trio for some distant place. The thought of losing the pale lady and Baby Laird made the little girl feel very sad. To stop to think of unpleasant possibilities, however, was not Carolyn May's way. She had a firm belief in the silver lining to every cloud. She hoped her pale lady and Baby Laird and his father would not be obliged to go so far away that she could not see them _some_ times. "Don't you s'pose I could come in the cars to see you at Arizona?" she asked the baby's mother wistfully. "You know, I went all the way to Sunrise Cove alone once; and I came back home from there by myself--me and Princey. I'm sure I wouldn't lose my way."