They lived in a small cottage nestled at the foot of one of the hills, and each morning the mother took her crook and started out with her sheep, that they might feed upon the tender, juicy grasses with which the hills abounded.  The little girl usually accompanied her mother and sat by her side upon the grassy mounds and watched her care for the ewes and lambs, so that in time she herself grew to be a very proficient shepherdess.

So when the mother became too old and feeble to leave her cottage, Little Bo-Peep (as she was called) decided that she was fully able to manage the flocks herself.  She was a little mite of a child, with flowing nut-brown locks and big gray eyes that charmed all who gazed into their innocent depths.  She wore a light gray frock, fastened about the waist with a pretty pink sash, and there were white ruffles around her neck and pink ribbons in her hair.

All the shepherds and shepherdesses upon the hills, both young and old, soon came to know Little Bo-Peep very well indeed, and there were many willing hands to aid her if (which was not often) she needed their assistance.

Bo-Peep usually took her sheep to the side of a high hill above the cottage, and allowed them to eat the rich grass while she herself sat upon a mound and, laying aside her crook and her broad straw hat with its pink ribbons, devoted her time to sewing and mending stockings for her aged mother.

One day, while thus occupied, she heard a voice beside her say: 

“Good morning, Little Bo-Peep!” and looking up the girl saw a woman standing near her and leaning upon a short stick.  She was bent nearly double by weight of many years, her hair was white as snow and her eyes as black as coals.  Deep wrinkles seamed her face and hands, while her nose and chin were so pointed that they nearly met.  She was not pleasant to look upon, but Bo-Peep had learned to be polite to the aged, so she answered, sweetly,

“Good morning, mother.  Can I do anything for you?”

“No, dearie,” returned the woman, in a cracked voice, “but I will sit by your side and rest for a time.”

The girl made room on the mound beside her, and the stranger sat down and watched in silence the busy fingers sew up the seams of the new frock she was making.

By and by the woman asked,

“Why do you come out here to sew?”

“Because I am a shepherdess,” replied the girl.

“But where is your crook?”

“On the grass beside me.”

“And where are your sheep?”

Bo-Peep looked up and could not see them.

“They must have strayed over the top of the hill,” she said, “and I will go and seek them.”

“Do not be in a hurry,” croaked the old woman; “they will return presently without your troubling to find them.”

“Do you think so?” asked Bo-Peep.

“Of course; do not the sheep know you?”

“Oh, yes; they know me every one.”