Kitty longed to follow suit; instead, she gave Blue Bonnet a little shake. “Blue Bonnet, get up immediately! We’re nearly to the road now; it won’t be half as hard walking then.”
“I don’t think I care very much whether we are near the road or not,” Blue Bonnet said wearily; “all I want is to sit still for a while.”
“Blue Bonnet, please! Haven’t you and I both had enough of doing what we want for one day?”
“I’ve had more than enough,” Blue Bonnet conceded readily, but she did not get up.
Kitty gave her a second shake, and a harder one. “Blue Bonnet! I got you into this, and I’ve got to get you out of it! Get up this moment! Think how worried they must be at home about us!”
“Grandmother will be worried,” Blue Bonnet agreed. “Aunt Lucinda isn’t at home; but I don’t seem to mind about that, either, now—I’m so tired.”
“Then I’ll sit down too!” Kitty dropped down beside Blue Bonnet. “I might as well sit as stand.”
Blue Bonnet roused herself impatiently. “What a provoking girl you are! Come on, then! Only you might let me rest.”
Kitty drew a deep sigh of thankfulness when, a few yards further on, they stumbled against the last fence, over which the snow was drifting fast. “It won’t be nearly so hard now,” she repeated, as they managed to scramble over it into the road.
A moment or so later, Kitty cried eagerly—“Blue Bonnet, listen!”