For he had persisted in wearing that in the storm, though it was most uncomfortable.
"It is gone!" he added. "Stolen, mayhap. Has anyone seen it?"
"Probably blew off," said Russ. "We'll find it—when the snow melts!"
Wellington Bunn groaned—again tragically.
"I'll get you another," offered Mr. Pertell, generously.
"Come on, folks! Pile out!" cried Mr. Macksey again.
"I'm so stiff I can hardly move!" declared Ruth.
"So am I," added Alice. "Oh, but it's good to be here!"
"I thought you liked the storm so," observed Ruth.
"I do, but I like supper too, and I think it must be ready."