Louis and Marie pick the flowers that grow on the mountain-side, and play little games with the stones. They watch the goats, too, and talk about them. Sometimes a goat wanders too far away and then Louis sends White Foot to drive her back to the others.
At noon the children eat their lunch of barley-bread and cheese, and White Foot sits beside them and eats the bits they give him.
There is always so much to do and so much to see that the days seem very short. Soon it is time for White Foot to drive the goats down from the rocks and the little company starts for home.
One night a very funny thing happened when they were on their way home.
The goats were wandering along, nibbling at the green grass, and the children were following them down the path, when they saw a strange man sitting on a log. The man was fast asleep and his head nodded and bobbed up and down.
Just as Louis saw him, one of the goats spied him, too, and what do you think she did? She trotted along, ran up behind him and butted him right off the log. Of course the man waked up and I think he was going to be very angry, but the goat put her fore feet up on the log and looked as if she wanted to laugh.
The children laughed, and so the man laughed, too. Then he walked home with them and helped them drive the goats into their yard.
Louis and Marie will never forget how funny the goat looked trying to laugh at the man, and they like to tell the story over and over again.