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safely in the evening, with no storm to disturb her on the
homeward path.

“Poor, dear daddy,” she said, “your patience must be all
gone by this time. How did you manage to get to Mr.
Turner’s in all the storm ?”

He smiled as he held the dear face close to his. “Ah, my
darling,” he said, “terror gave me wings, and I believe it
helped rather than harmed my rheumatism. I forgot all my
own ills in thinking of my darling’s dangers. I shall never
let you go so far again; I have arranged to have Mr. Turner
look after the sheep till I get well.”

Margaret was half sorry for this, but still she was such a
busy housekeeper that she did not mind it very much, espe-
cially as Dee and Nanny spent much time with her, for Dee
would never go with the sheep when the Turner dogs were
with their master, and of course Nanny would not go unless
Dee did.