The girls jumped into the car that had been standing at the gate ever since Frances came from the store, and said they were ready to start. Sam was to be left at home this trip, as so much had to be attended to at the farm, and half a day without any one to keep watch over the gardens and barn yard gave Rachel too much to attend to. So Sam offered to remain behind and guard the precious investments.
Frances selected a country road that ran back into the hills to the east of the Westchester Hills. The scouts had never taken this direction before, but Frances said she was sure there would be more sheep pasturing there on the hills than on the fields of Westchester County.
They had been driving more than an hour in a zig zag route, looking at every farm they passed for a glimpse of sheep. Thus far they had not met with any success. But just as a sharp turn in the road was accomplished neatly by Frances, a cry went out from every girl in the car: “Look over there!”
On a steep side hill before them grazed a flock of sheep, two majestic rams and several cute little lambs. Janet felt all her wonted enthusiasm surge through her veins again at the picture before her.
The farm house was not far away and the scouts stopped to inquire if one or two of the sheep could be purchased.
“Sure! But I want to pick out the ones I’ll sell,” said the owner. Then he started along the road that led to the pasture.
The scouts followed delightedly, assuring Janet that this addition to her pets would finish what she needed.
The man then explained to Mrs. James that he had an extra fine ram with curved horns exactly like those pictured in the Bible, that he would sell at a bargain as he had no need for two rams.
“I only want one sheep and one lamb,” Janet said humbly.
“You’ll be sorry if you don’t take a ram, too,” said he.