She turned away without a word, and ran falteringly, as if she could not see for tears, across the field; and there was a white lamb trotting after her.

It had appeared from somewhere in the fields, and Jerome had not noticed it.

He remembered hearing that Lucina Merritt had a cosset lamb that followed her everywhere.

"Has everything," he muttered--"lambs an' everything.

Don't want your old gingerbread." Suddenly he sprang up and began feeling in his pocket; then he ran like a deer after the little girl.