138 MARGARET.

sort of cave, and towards this she made her way; none too
soon, for the storm was upon her before very long.

With the sheep huddled about her, she watched the rain as
it swept along, blown by the wind, which, fortunately, blew it
from instead of toward her.

She did not feei afraid: the mountains were her friends,
she had seen them all her life; those silent, immovable moun-
tains, seeming so near heaven, peaceful in their silent strength.
When the thunder muttered or the lightning flashed, Mar-
garet thought only of the beauty of the wild clouds and the
grandeur of the scene before her.

When the storm was over, Margaret decided it would be as
well to start for home; for, although the rain had stopped, it
was still very misty, and she would have to go slowly in order
to make her way.

Getting the little flock in order, she set forth confidently,
but before long she found herself on unfamiliar ground.

“T must have missed the turning,” she said. “ Dee, what
do you think about it?”

Dee put his nose to the ground and ran back a little way,
but, not being sure of her intention, returned and looked up
in her face earnestly.

Margaret went on a little way farther and then stopped
again. “I do believe I have lost my way,” she said. “If it
were only not so foggy I could tell.” She stood still, thinking
over what it would be best to do, when, for a moment, the