"Won't they have the laugh on us?" observed Madge.
"I don't care if they do," mourned Lluella. "I wish they were here to help us home."
"Come, come!" said Ruth, cheerfully. "We ought to be able to help ourselves. Here is a big tree with drooping branches. Let's get under it where the snow is not so deep. It may hold up in a little while, and then we can start fresh. Come around here where the wind won't get at us."
She led the way and the other girls crowded after her. The low-branched tree broke the force of the gale. Ruth lifted the end of one sweeping branch and her friends all crawled beneath the shelter, and as she followed them Heavy squealed:
"Oh, oh, oh! suppose there should be a bear under here?"
"Nonsense! suppose there should be a griffin—or a unicorn. Don't be foolish," snapped Madge.
They at once found the retreat a perfect windbreak, and became comfortable—all hugging together "like a nestful of owlets," Helen said, and all declared themselves as "warm as toast."
But the wind howled mournfully through the wood, and the snow sifted down with a strange,
