The first spare moments at her command, she ran to the pasture with a dish in her hand, and mounting the highest point of land nearest the stream, called the flock to their mock repast.

Mr.Bellmont, with his laborers, were in sight, though unseen by Frado.

They paused to see what she was about to do.
Should she by any mishap lose her footing, she must roll into the stream, and, without aid, must drown.

They thought of shouting; but they feared an unexpected salute might startle her, and thus ensure what they were anxious to prevent.

They watched in breathless silence.