t at once,
walking rapidly.

The return trip seemed very long, and the forced pace told upon her
strength. She kept it up, however, till the goal had been reached.
Having her orphan inside the bars she deposited him in a corner while
she turned her attention to the row of little stalls or prison-pens
which were built along the outside of the fence. This institution she
had observed with great interest. Each pen was just large enough to
crowd a ewe in, being calculated to allow her no liberty in any way;
they were all built so that sheep could be put into them from the
inside of the corral. She opened one of them, seized upon the first
lamb at hand and put it in, and when the fond mother put her nose in
after it Janet gave her a good push from behind and sent her in also;
then she abstracted the rightful lamb and put the other in its place.
Having closed the opening she climbed over the fence and sat down on
the prairie beside the pen where she could look in between the rails
and watch developments.

The lamb, probably because it had gone too long without that first
drink which is the making of a lamb, did not seem able to rise. Janet
put her hand in between the rails and gave it a lift. Once it had its
legs under it, it managed for itself. To Janet's great satisfaction it
filled up visibly. When it was done, she let out the ewe, who hastened
to find her own again, knocking down the orphan in the process of
getting out. As he made no effort to rise, Janet again took him in her
arms.

The lamb seemed dispirited and chilled. This is a condition which is
quite likely to overtake a "wet-lamb" if it is neglected from the
outset, in which case its little stock of vitality is not easily
regained. Despite the brightness of the weather there was a touch of
chill in the air. Janet sat down in the doorway of the shack and held
the lamb in her lap, doubling her skirt up over it in order to get it
warm. Like any other lamb it submitted to whatever was done to it.
Now it lay so quietly in her lap, and looked so innocent and helpless,
that she felt permanently responsible for it. Especially as she did
not know what else to do with it. Presently she felt it growing warmer
and warmer; then it went to sleep.

Janet was tired. She sat there watching the prairie. In the sky the
same dark birds were soaring. The suspended effigy of Mr. Pete
Harding, swayed by the slightest breeze, moved its loose-hung arms and
legs as