"Have you forgotten what Julie said to us?" asked Elfreda. "I believe this is what she meant by her remark that we would find out for ourselves soon enough."
"She knew, then!" exclaimed Nora.
"I believe she did, though how, I am at a loss to understand," answered Elfreda.
"Girls, girls! Don't waste time talking," urged Grace. "We have work to do, unless you folks prefer to sleep in the open to-night. I believe we can mend enough of this canvas to use as a big blanket. We can then sleep together and keep each other warm underneath it, I think. Washington, please go out and gather up all of the stuff that you can find. Some of our provisions have been destroyed, but there may be enough for a few meals. Fetch everything here so we can look it over by the campfire."
All hands set to work to make the best of their disaster, and as they worked they discussed the problem uppermost in the mind of each. They were busily engaged when a shout brought instant silence to the group.
"Miss Gray! Miss Gray!" some one called from the darkness.
"Yes," answered Grace.
A woman came floundering along the trail at the edge of the cornfield.
"It's Miss Thompson. Ah wants Miss Gray."
"She seems excited," observed Emma.