Then, of course, she stopped short and looked wildly around. But she saw no little spotted fawn anywhere.
She had been startled enough, before, roused as she was out of a sound sleep. And now she was terribly frightened.
"Nimble!" she called. "Where are you?"
"Here I am!" Nimble answered. Even as he spoke he burst into sight, leaping the stone wall in such a way that his mother couldn't help feeling proud of him.
"What's the matter?" she cried. "Who's chasing you?"
"Nobody's chasing me," Nimble told her. "When I saw the Fox I hurried back here."
"The Fox!" his mother exclaimed. "Well, he won't dare touch you while I am with you." She began to breathe easily again. If it was only a Fox she certainly didn't intend to run. "Where did you see the Fox?" she demanded.
"He was right over my head," Nimble said.
"My goodness!" his mother gasped. "That was dangerous. Was he on a bank above you?"
"He was in a tree," Nimble replied.