Soon the children caught a glimpse of headlights boring through the mist.
Stepping out into the roadway, Connie and Vevi shouted for the driver to stop. In the thick fog they scarcely could be seen. Their voices apparently did not carry.
Without glancing toward the girls, the driver of the car went on. A moment later the red taillight of his automobile had completely vanished.
Vevi and Connie were too discouraged to say a word. They stood at the roadside a moment, cold and miserable.
“Another car will come along in a minute,” Connie said at last.
Huddling together, the girls waited and waited. Finally, because they didn’t know what else to do, they started walking along the paved road. To find their way, they had to watch closely lest they wander off the pavement.
“Connie, I’m sure we didn’t come this way,” Vevi murmured after they had gone a short distance. “Didn’t we pass a house just before we turned off onto the dirt road?”
“I think so, Vevi. I’m not sure. We didn’t pay enough attention.”
The girls trudged over a little hill. Ahead, the fog seemed a trifle lighter. Instead of being dense and thick, it rolled in clouds.
“I think I see something over there to the right,” Vevi declared hopefully. “It looks like a house!”