Heavy uttered another cry, but seemingly from a great way off. Ruth scrambled back to Madge, and suddenly found her own feet slipping over the brink of some steep descent. She cried out and clung to Madge. Helen took hold of Madge's other hand, and they drew Ruth back to safety.
"Look out!" commanded the older girl. "You'll be down in that hole, too, Ruth."
"No, no! We must make some attempt to get her up. Jennie! Jennie! where are you?" shrieked Ruth.
"Right under you. Girls! you want to be careful. I've slid down a bank and am standing on what appears to be a narrow shelf along the face of this bank, or hill. And the snow isn't drifted here. Come down."
"Oh, I wouldn't dare!" cried Lluella.
"If the place will afford us any shelter from this awful wind, why not?" demanded Helen. "We might try it."
"How deep are you down, Jennie?" asked Madge.
"Only a few feet. You couldn't ever haul me up, anyway," and the stout girl laughed, hysterically. "You know how heavy I am."
"Let me try it," said Ruth, eagerly. "Here's where Jennie slid over. Look out, below!"
"Oh, come on! you can't hurt me," declared
