"No, don't," said Flaxilocks. "Save your breath. We ought to help Bopeep to find her flock."
"That's so," said Mollie. "Would you like to have us do that, Bopeep?"
"Oh, it would be very sweet of you if you would," sobbed the little shepherdess. "I can't tell you how glad I'd be."
"I'll whistle it for you."
"I'll whistle it for you if you want me to," said the obliging Whistlebinkie, which, as no one objected, he immediately proceeded to do. When he had finished Bopeep thanked him, and asked him if he were any relation to her old friend Flutiboy who was the only person she knew who could whistle as charmingly as he, which pleased Whistlebinkie very much because he had heard of the famous Flutiboy, and was well aware that he was the champion whistler of the world.
"Now let us be off to find the sheep," said Mollie. "Which way did they go, Bopeep?"
"They went every way," said Bopeep, her eyes filling with tears again.
"I don't see how that could be," said Flaxilocks, "unless one quarter of lamb went one way, and another another, and so on."
"Oh, it was easy enough for them," said Bopeep. "There were four of them, and one went north, one south, one east, and one west. If they had all run off together I could have run away with them, but as it was all I could do was stand still and let them go. I love them all equally, and since I couldn't favor any special one, or divide myself up into four parts, I had to let them go."