"Oh, we just had a little breakdown," he said. "Now, folks, just make yourselves at home. Go to bed when you like, get up when you please. I'll try and get the rest of your baggage here some time to-morrow, if this storm lets up."
"I hope you do get it," complained Miss Pennington.
"Selfish thing!" whispered Alice. "All she wants is her paint!"
"Hush," cautioned Ruth. "She'll hear you!"
"I don't care," voiced her sister.
They talked of many things as they sat about the fire, and then Mr. Pertell said:
"We will film no dramas while the storm continues, but as soon as we can get out on the ice I want to start one."
"Is there skating about here?" asked Alice, who was very fond of the sport.
"There's a fine lake back of the lodge," replied Mr. Macksey, "and as soon as the storm lets up I'll have the men clear a place of snow, and you can have all the fun you want."
"Oh, joy!" cried Alice.