"Are you sure you can go?" asked Mrs. Handee. "It's quite a step to your daughter's house."
"Oh, I can do it," was the answer. "My leg is much better, and I only have a slight headache. I thank you very much. As for you boys, don't forget to come and see me, and I'll tell you more about my brother Peter. I'll be sure to write to him and tell him you're going to visit him."
"We'll go if we can," said Frank.
Sammy Brown seemed to be thinking deeply on some subject.
The boys said good-bye and went out into the storm. The snow was still coming down, and they wanted to play in it—to make balls to toss at one another, to roll in it, to jump over and into the drifts, to roll big balls as the foundation for a snow house.
There was nothing more they could do for Mrs. Blake, she said, and she would soon start for home herself. So Sammy, Bob and Frank hurried away, promising to call on the lady to whose aid they had come.
"Are you really going?" asked Frank of his chums, as they walked on through the snow. "I mean to her house?"
"Of course we are!" cried Sammy. "I want to meet her brother the hunter; don't you?"
"I guess it would be nice," agreed Frank.