"I know that," said Mrs. Ikkisfield. "But we might be able to keep them cool--keep them from getting angry. However, let's make some other plans now. That is not a very good one."
"I was thinking," said Mrs. Wraspane, "if we could only get Eepersip into a small fenced-in area where we could catch her. But I have it: let us find Eepersip in her sleep again, and carry her to the tent in a roundabout route through the woods, chopping the bushes as we go, where there aren't so many deer, and where it will be harder for them to rescue her."
"Great idea!" cried Mrs. Ikkisfield.
So that is when they all planned to do, the next sunny day.
While they had been conversing in this manner, Eepersip had been sitting in the woods, with a little fawn and its mother for company; and she had been feeding the fawn handfuls of grass and gazing into its gentle eyes. Late in the evening it cleared off and them were promises of a beautiful day to-morrow. And so it was. The sun began to rise slowly, producing wonderful colours--first the most delicate shades of apple-blossom pink;
