“It must be almost two o’clock,” added Amy with a sigh. “Yes, if things keep on this way it will be night before we reach the lodge,” said Mollie, adding with decision, “I vote that we get some sticks and stones and scat ’em out of the way.” “I think I have a better suggestion than that,” put in Mrs. Irving, speaking for the first time. “I think we had better wait for a short time before we do anything. The sheep will probably get tired in a little while and wander off of their own accord.” “Oh, all right,” said Mollie, with rather bad grace as she seated herself on a convenient rock. “But all the time we are waiting for them to be tired, we will be getting tired ourselves and, goodness, Mrs. Irving, I’m being starved to death.” At the desperation in her tones the girls had to laugh, though they were as reluctant to sit with folded hands and wait as she was. Still, Mrs. Irving was their chaperon and probably knew best. So with admirable resignation they disposed themselves beside Mollie on the big rock and settled down to watch for developments. But after waiting for an everlasting five minutes they decided that there were to be no developments. The foolish sheep continued to circle lazily 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, loth 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.” “Hooray!” shouted Mollie, jumping to her feet with relief. At the unexpected sound the sheep in the road started and looked about them uneasily. “Come on, girls, I’m mad enough to attack ’em single-handed. All who are with me, say Aye.”