“Bo-peep, Bo-peep! Where are you, child?” Surely that was her mother’s voice.
“Here, mother, here I am, under the big oak tree!” called Bo-peep.
Up rushed the dog, and mother followed close behind.
“Where are my sheep, mother? I fear they are lost.”
“Where is my little Bo-peep? I feared she was lost.”
“Here is your Bo-peep, dear mother. How long I must have slept!”
“Your sheep are all safe at home. Old Rover drove them in long ago.”
This is the way Bo-peep lost her sheep; this is the way she found them. And this is the way Bo-peep was lost; and this is the way she was found.