What was that noise? Could it be possible that he was getting to the end of the drift? It was as dark as ever,—the soft, white darkness of a snowdrift; but he certainly heard a noise close by, as if some one were digging very near him. What if—
Willy redoubled his efforts, and the noise grew louder and louder; presently a dog barked, and Will started, for he knew the sound of the bark. Just then the shovel sank into the snow and through it, and in the opening appeared Harry’s head, and the end of Spot’s nose. “Hullo, Will!” said Harry.
“Hullo, Harry!” said Will.
“Let’s play travellers in the snow!” said Harry. “This is just the middle of the drift, and we can be jolly and lost.”
“All right!” said Will, “let’s!”
They had a glorious play, and took turns in being the traveller and the pious monk of Saint Bernard; and they both felt so warm inside, they had no idea that the thermometer was at zero outside.
PRACTISING SONG.
Ri-tum tiddy-iddy, ri-tum-tum!