“The little kitten has lost its mitten,” mocked Jane. Snow was biting into her face, making her out of sorts.
“I—I didn’t notice about the mittens because I had my hands in my pockets when we left the house,” Veve mumbled. “Now my hands are simply freezing. I’ll run back and get them.”
“We’ll freeze solid if we stand here and wait!” grumbled Jane. “Can’t you go without your old mittens?”
“No. Veve will need them before we get home,” Miss Gordon said before the little girl could reply.
“I’ll go back with her,” Connie offered quickly. “It won’t take long. The rest of you walk on and we’ll catch up.”
“I don’t like to separate in this storm,” said Miss Gordon. “But then, you can’t mistake the way if you keep to the road. We’ll walk slowly until you catch up.”
With the wind to their backs again, Connie and Veve made a fast trip to the Stone cabin. The mittens were on the kitchen table just where Veve had dropped them.
On their way once more, it seemed to the two girls, that the storm was the worst one of their experience. With Miss Gordon and the others not there to break the wind, it hurled itself full force against them.
“I can’t see anything!” Connie cried as the snow pelted and stung her face.
“Neither can I,” screamed Veve above the howl of the wind. “Where are the Brownies?”