Chapter 31

“Well, that’s something,” she said. “But I can’t help feeling that the shepherd would have—Oh, look at that baby village beside that flock of toy sheep. Will you get them for me to play with, while you’re away?” * * * * * Four golden days had gone by, and Miss Elaine Carey was twenty-one. Nothing had happened to disturb the peace she had found or to put in peril her freedom from her step-mother’s rule. If search had been made for her, no news of it reached the camp, and nothing had appea…