MARGARET. 141

world was awakening; the flowers, which had folded their
petals about them, were spreading their dainty robes in the
light of day. The world was again a near thought, the
heavens seemed farther away, and Margaret ran forward to
greet Dee, Nanny, and one of her father’s neighbors, who had
come up to find the little girl.

He brought food, and the news of a heavy storm’ in the
valley below. Swollen streams and broken bridges had made
the road so unsafe that had Margaret attempted to cross in the
dark, she would probably have been lost in the rushing waters.

“Your father was very much alarmed,” said Mr. Turner,
“and but for your dog I should not have found you.”

Margaret stooped to kiss the broad forehead of Dee, who
was frisking about her and, with Nanny, seemed to be delighted
to find her again.

“TJ couldn’t keep the sheep back,” explained Mr. Turner.
“She would go wherever the dog did.”

Margaret laughed, and told him how the two had been
comrades since Dee was a little puppy and Nanny a tiny
lamb.

Mr. Turner brought such a supply of provisions that
Margaret insisted upon his leaving her there for the day, as
the way home would be safer by afternoon, when the waters
should have subsided.

So she passed another quiet day on the mountain heights
with the sheep clustering about the rocks, and reached home