“We can’t really be lost,” she told the frightened Vevi. “Not as long as we stay on the main road.”
“We can turn the wrong direction though,” Vevi insisted. “If we do, we’ll be hours getting home.”
With the mist settling more closely about them, the girls stood for a moment trying to get their bearings.
In either direction, the road ahead was like a gray, dim tunnel.
“Listen!” commanded Vevi. “What was that?”
She had heard a strange, deep-throated sound which seemed to come from a long distance away.
“The fog horn out on the bay!” Connie exclaimed. “That means it’s really getting bad. Ships are being warned so they won’t run into the rocks along shore.”
The girls could not decide which direction to walk. Connie thought they should go one way, while Vevi was in favor of the other.
As they debated, Connie heard a car coming from far up the road.
“Oh, we can stop the driver and ask directions!” she exclaimed, greatly relieved. “Maybe too, we can catch a ride to Starfish Cottage.”