"Rosa Marie's mother stood right in that doorway," said Mabel, "and, as long as I could see her, her eyes were stretching out after Rosa Marie."
"They must have stuck out on pegs like a lobster's," giggled Henrietta, "by the time you reached the corner."
"I think you're mean," muttered Mabel.
"I repent," apologized Henrietta. "For a moment I relapsed into Frederika, the Disguised Duchess; but now I'm your own kind-hearted Sallie and I wish that my toes were as warm as my affections. Let's start for civilization—we seem to have the world to ourselves. Doesn't anybody else like snow, I wonder?"
CHAPTER XXIII
Taking a Walk
"PHEW!" gasped Jean, wheeling as the north wind, sweeping round the corner, caught her square in the face. "I don't think much of that! It's like ice."
"Ugh!" groaned Marjory, "I wish I'd stayed home."