"I want to go back where we were!" sobbed Flossie. "Back to the cabin. Maybe we can build a fire in the stove and get warm! I'm cold!"
"All right; we'll go back!" agreed Freddie. He was beginning to fear it was not so easy to row home as he had hoped.
Down came the rain, and with it came a fog. Soon the children were enveloped in the white mist, and they could see only a little distance from the boat in which they sat.
"Come on! Row!" called Freddie to his sister. "We'll row back to the cabin."
"How do you know where it is?" Flossie asked, as she took up the oar again.
"Oh, I guess I can find it," said her brother. "You hold your oar still in the water and I'll pull on mine and turn us around." He knew how to do this quite well, and soon the boat was turned, and the children were again pulling as hard as they could pull.
It was by good luck and not by any skill of theirs that they soon reached land again. They might, for all they knew about it, have rowed out into the middle of the lake.
But soon a bumping sound told them they had reached shore, and Freddie scrambled out and held the boat while Flossie made her way to land.
"Is it the same place?" she asked, as Freddie reached for the rubber blanket.
"Yes, I can see the old cabin. We'll go up there and get warm."