“Are you certain you can find the cave again, Billie?” asked Laura, as she attacked her heaped-up plate of good things ravenously.
Before Billie could answer Rose Belser leaned across the table and asked with a drawl where they had been keeping themselves all morning.
“We’ve made a snowman,” she chuckled. “But we needed Billie’s artistic touch to make the face. I can’t get the nose to look right.”
Instinctively the girls glanced out the window and saw that it was snowing. And they had never noticed it!
“Why, it’s snowing, girls!” remarked Vi brilliantly. “It looks almost like a blizzard.”
“Are you just waking up?” asked Connie Danvers, a little crossly. Connie was cross because it was the first time in her intimate friendship with the girls that they had had a secret from her. “Now I know you’re crazy.”
Billie guessed at Connie’s grievance and, reaching over, she pressed the hand of her classmate under the table.
“We’ll tell you all about everything to-night,” she promised, and Connie’s face brightened miraculously.
The snowstorm did indeed look like the beginning of a blizzard, and as the girls went to get their wraps they worried not a little for fear this new development might put an end to their adventure.
However, Miss Walters decided that they would try it, at least, and Mrs. Haddon was eagerly anxious to be off.