Connie’s voice quavered. Cold and tired, she longed to be snug at Starfish Cottage. Even now, the other Brownies would be preparing for a warm supper.
“I guess we turn left,” Vevi said after a moment.
“Left? Why, I’m sure the ocean is the other way.”
Connie and Vevi stared at each other, truly alarmed.
The fog was settling about them like a damp rain cloak. Nothing looked familiar.
“We can’t be far from home,” Connie murmured. “But this mist is getting worse.”
“And we’re lost,” Vevi added in a frightened voice. “Oh, Connie, what’ll we do?”
CHAPTER 4
THE SHIP HOUSE
NOW Connie was as worried as she could be, but she tried not to show it. She remembered that a Brownie Scout always must be calm in an emergency.