"Perhaps we can think of a plan," said Ruth, gaily. "I for one shall not lose any sleep over it. But if you want to pay them off by showing how much we disapprove of their actions, and have nothing to do with their schemes to-morrow, I will agree."
"We'll begin that way," said Madge Steele, promptly. "Treat them in a dignified manner and refuse to join in any games with them. That is what we can do."
"Oh, well," sighed the irrepressible Heavy. "We're bound to have a dreadfully slow day, then. Good-night!"
It began by being a gray day, too. The sun hidden and the wind sighed mournfully in the pines. Long Jerry cocked his head knowingly and said:
"It's borne in on me, youngsters, that you'll see a bit of hard weather before the New Year—that it do."
"A snowstorm, Jerry?" queried Helen Cameron, clapping her hands.
"Oh, goody!"
"Dunno about it's being so everlastin' good," returned the guide.
"You never see a big snow up in these woods; did ye?"
"No, Jerry; but I want to. Don't you Ruth?"
"I love the snow," admitted Ruth Fielding. "But perhaps a snowstorm in the wilderness is different from a storm in more civilized communities."
"And you're a good guesser," grunted Long Jerry. "Anyhow, unless I'm much mistook, you'll have means of knowin' afore long."