"He knows that we would not let them if we saw them," said Jeanne. "I think he depends on us to look after them, though his flock is the largest one here. He ought not to be sleeping if we move our sheep away." She arose as she spoke and went quickly over to where Colin lay stretched out on the grass. Jeanne had grown taller in the year that had passed. "She shot up like a weed," her mother commented as she lengthened the girl's red woolen frocks. There had come an expression of thoughtfulness into her face, and her eyes seemed larger and brighter, holding a look of wonderment as though she were puzzling over many things; but there was no change in her gayety and high spirits. The sleeping boy opened his eyes drowsily as she shook him. "Wake, Colin," she cried. "Wake, and attend to what I tell you. We are going to take our sheep further afield. You must wake to look after yours." But Colin pulled away from her grasp, and settled down for another nap. Jeanne shook him again vigorously. "You must wake, you lazy boy," she cried. "What would your father say to you should aught happen to the sheep? And we are going to move ours." Colin sat up reluctantly at this, rubbing his eyes, and muttering discontentedly. So drowsy did he appear that Jeanne realized that some sort of expedient must be used to rouse him. "There stands a cluster of linden flowers yonder on the edge of the forest, Colin. They are unusually pretty, and I want them. Your mother wants some, too. I heard her tell you to bring her some from the fields. See if you can get to them before I do." "It's too hot to run," murmured the boy. "It's just like a girl to want a race when it's hot. I'd rather sit still." "But that is just what you must not do if you want to keep awake," persisted Jeanne, who knew that Colin would go to napping again if she left him as he was. "Come on! You never have beaten me at a race, and you can't do it to-day." "Aw! I've never tried very hard," grumbled Colin, getting to his feet reluctantly. "I'll run, but I'd much rather stay here. I don't see why girls want to pester a fellow so, anyway. And why do you want to take the sheep elsewhere? They'll do well enough right here. Where did you say the flowers were?" "Yonder." Jeanne indicated a large cluster of the yellow linden flowers growing near an oak thicket on the edge of the wood. These flowers grew in great abundance around the village. "Girls," turning toward her friends, "Colin thinks that he can beat me running to that bunch of linden blossoms."