M. SEGUIN’S GOAT 21

the sheep-bell of some homeward-
bound flock, and her heart grew sad.
A hawk wheeling round touched her
with his wing as he flew by. | She

shivered . . . then she heard a howl-
ing on the mountain.
‘Hoo! hoo!’

She thought of the wolf. All day
long the little fool had forgotten him.
. . . At the same instant a horn was
heard far off in the valley. Good M.
Seguin was making his last attempt.

‘Hoo, hoo,’ said the wolf.

‘Come back, come back,’ cried the
horn. Blanquette had a great mind
to go back, but when she remembered
the post, the cord, the hedged -in
paddock, she felt that she could never
bear that life again, and that it was
better to stop where she was.

The horn was heard no more.

The goat heard a rustling in the
leaves behind her. She turned and saw
in the shadow two short pointed ears,
two burning eyes... . It was the wolf.