MARGARET.

COPE! Cope! Cope!” called Margaret, and the little
ra, sheep all came quickly running, crowding around

  

her, as she made ready to go with them to pasture.

“There, Woolly, you are too affectionate,” she
said, as one of them rubbed up against her too vigorously.
“Here, Mopsy, you mustn’t run away,” as another one was
going in the wrong direction. “Come, Curly, don’t lag
behind.” And with a word here and there she had the flock |
about her, being helped in her effort by Dee, the collie dog,
who was running hither and thither after the flock.’ After
a little they were all together, and Margaret started off with
them. .

The mists were rolling down from the mountain-tops and
up from the river; the dew was yet upon the grass and
flowers. The sheep trotted along on their nimble feet, while

Dee watched them with a careful eye, lest none should stray.
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