“Maybe Rover could show us which way to go to find Cedar Camp,” suggested Freddie. “Dogs are smart, and Rover is a good dog.”
“He was nice to us when we sat under the pine tree,” went on Flossie. “And he ran out and brought in pine cones and he shook himself and made snow fly all over me.”
“You didn’t try to eat pine cones, did you?” asked Bert.
“Oh, no,” Flossie answered. “We just threw them for Rover to play with. But I’m too tired to play now. I want to go to bed.”
“Oh, Flossie, you don’t want to go to bed now, do you?” asked Bert. “Why, if you were to lie down in the snow you’d freeze.”
“I don’t want to go to sleep in the snow,” Flossie said, and she was beginning to whine a little. No wonder, for it had been a hard day for her and Freddie.
“No, I don’t want to sleep in the snow,” the little girl said. “I want my own little bunk at the camp.”
“Well, we’ll be there pretty soon,” Bert said, as kindly as he could.
“Carry me!” begged Flossie, when she had stumbled on a little farther, walking between her two brothers.
“All right. I guess I can carry you,” said Bert, but he was worrying about his leg a little. It was not so bad when he bore his own weight on it. But could he carry Flossie?