"We can run down to Sherwoods', but they won't have any beds! They only have one room upstairs, you know," said Zan.
"You horrid thing, you talk as if this was a picnic!" whimpered Hilda.
"It is. After it is over you'll all sit and laugh at the figures you're cutting now!" shouted Zan, grinning in a superior manner at her companions.
Suddenly Miss Miller clasped her hands. "Thank goodness, we carried the trunk of steamer rugs into my tent the other week when you needed more room in your tents! I've got them right here and you girls can drop those soaking gowns and wrap the blankets about you for warmth and comfort."
The four extra thick blankets were taken from the trunk and one from the Guide's bed, giving each girl one. Zan had held a match during the time Miss Miller had to open the trunk, but it had burned down and gone out again. In the thick darkness the girls took off their gowns and wrapped the dry blankets about their forms.
The storm ceased as suddenly as it arose, so the Band debated the possibility of reaching the farm house that night.
"I left that lovely fire!" said Nita, with a sigh.
"And it can't be more than nine o'clock!" added Hilda.
"I say, let's start! We can't be more uncomfortable than huddled here. And we certainly can't sleep in one cot!" suggested Zan.