“Well, I’m glad I am taking my turn at driving going out, if that’s the case. I shouldn’t like the job of keeping the road on these prairies in a nice blinding snowstorm.”
“Oh, that’s just because you’re a town dude,” said Grant Stowe boastfully. “It is just as easy to follow a country road as a street in town if you only know the country.”
“All right, Grant, if it snows, we’ll let you drive home.”
“If it snows?” exclaimed one of the girls. “I felt a flake on my nose this very minute.”
The party surveyed the sky.
“Oh, you are just dreaming, Kate.”
“Somebody blew you a kiss and it cooled off on the way,” teased another.
“Just wait a minute, smarties. There–there was another!”
“Yes, I felt one, too!” exclaimed Mamie.
“You’re right, it’s coming.” Sherm stared at the sky in some concern.