"What do you say about this?" he bellowed. "How do we know we're going right?"
"Here!" cried Isadore. "Where are you fellows? I don't want to get lost in the back yard."
Tom found him (he had already seized the half-blinded Bob by the arm) and the three, arm in arm, made their way cautiously to the kitchen porch. They burst in on Janey and Mary with a whoop.
"Have the girls got back?" cried Tom, eagerly.
"I couldn't tell ye, Master Tom," said Mary. "But if they haven't come in, by the looks of you boys, they'd better."
Tom did not stop to remove the snow, but rushed into the great central hall which was used as a general sitting room.
"Where's Helen—and Ruth—and the rest of them?" he demanded.
"Why, Thomas! you're all over snow," said Mr. Cameron, comfortably reading his paper before the fire, in smoking jacket and slippers.
"Is it snowing?" queried Mrs. Murchiston, from the warmest nook beside the hearth. "Aren't the girls out with you, Tom?"
"What's the matter, my son?" demanded his father, getting up quickly. "What has happened?"