Then I will release
the pigs, and you, watching their movements, will head them off
if they start in the wrong direction. Voila! We will now
commence."
He went back into the car, and in another moment the pigs,
squealing vociferously, thundered down the gang-plank, gave one
look at the "encircling movement," and, wheeling about, instantly
dashed under the car and out on the other side into an open
field. It was not until they had made a complete tour of the
village, pursued by the entire personnel of the "encircling
movement" that they were at last turned into the Fontanelle road.
"This isn't--the way--this parade--was advertised!" gasped
Kathleen, as she struggled with her goat in an effort to take her
appointed place in the caravan. "The--cows--were to--go--first!"
"Never mind," answered Louise cheerfully, as she pulled her goat
into the road. "A little informality will be overlooked, I'm
sure."
Mother Meraut followed them with the cows, and last of all
Mademoiselle and the Doctor climbed into the truck and brought up
the rear of the procession, with all the roosters crowing at the
top of their lungs.
There is not time to tell of all the adventures that befell them
on the eventful journey back to Fontanelle. One can merely guess
that it must have been full of excitement, since the Reception
Committee did not reach the village with their charges until some
time after dark. Mother Meraut was worried because she was not
home in time to get a hot supper for the tired girls, but when
they arrived they found that Grand'mere had stepped into the
breach, and had made steaming hot soup for every one.
Pages:
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90