“It’s like being in a forest fire—only colder,” Vevi murmured uneasily. “Oh, Connie, what if we couldn’t find our way home?”
Connie had been afraid of the same thing. But she spoke bravely.
“We’ll come to the main road any minute now,” she said to encourage Vevi. “After that it will be easy. We’re not far from Starfish Cottage.”
The dirt road dipped down into a small, winding valley. Here the fog had gathered even heavier. Hurrying along, the girls could see only a few yards in front of them.
Presently, to their relief, they saw a ribbon of dark pavement ahead.
“The highway!” Connie exclaimed. “Well be all right now.”
At the exit to the dirt road, the girls paused. Landmarks did not look familiar.
“Do we turn right or left?” Connie asked in perplexity. “Which way is toward Starfish Cottage?”
“I remember passing a large white house,” Vevi recalled. “We should be able to see it from here.”
“The trouble is we can’t see anything in this fog, Vevi. Nothing looks right.”