Then Miss Mouton remembered an old ewe and her family, friends of Elly’s, that had lived in a nearby street. She congratulated herself, and skipped and tripped up the path to the creeper-clad cottage of Ethel- ewe.
Ethel-ewe was a mature old sheep; she spend most of her time sitting by the fire making lace, knitting and cooking. She was quite a lonely ewe, as her children had emigrated. She was thrilled to see Miss Mouton.
She immediately invited Miss Mouton to help herself to scones and jam and cream and lots of cups of tea.
Miss Mouton sat in a rocking chair by the fire and soon forgot all about being cold and lost.