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clouds lifted and the sun shone forth. She went to the highest
point within easy access, and stood there looking about.

Yes, she had taken the wrong turn, and would have to try
another way; but the sun went in again under a cloud, and
being now low in the sky, it grew darker and darker. Mar-
garet was really alarmed and thought it best to try returning
to the rocks she had left.

By slow degrees she managed to reach the spot, and sank
down on the rocks quite tired and distressed.

“What will poor father do?” she thought. “He will be so
worried, and will think I have fallen or that something dreadful
has happened to me.” She sat very still, while the sheep stood
crowded up in a little bunch, not seeming to know what was to
be done next.

Calling Dee to her, Margaret took his brown head between
her hands. “ Dee,” she said, “you must go and tell father. It
will be pitch dark before long, and it would be night before I
could reach home. I must stay here till morning.”

Dee ran away a few steps, then came back; pulling her
dress, he tried to make her come too.

“No, Dee,” she said, “I do not dare venture.” Then
Nanny came and rubbed her head against the little girl.
“Poor little Nanny,” said Margaret, “you do not know what
is the matter, do you?”

Dee was giving little short barks and plunging in the
direction of home, but did not seem to think he ought to go