“There was another road a long ways off from the Stone cottage,” Connie said, thinking hard. “I remember noticing it that first day we went past there. It was just a side road and I think led close to Mr. Jeffert’s evergreen farm.”
“If we could get there, we could find our way,” Veve said hopefully. “Or should we start back to the Stone cabin and ask Mrs. Stone how to get home?”
“I’m not even sure we could find the cabin now,” Connie admitted. “This hateful snow hides everything.”
“Then what shall we do?”
“Let’s keep on a little ways farther and see if the road leads to Mr. Jeffert’s farm.”
On the girls trudged, becoming more discouraged by the minute.
“Listen!” cried Connie suddenly.
From up the hill, they heard the muffled roar of a motor. A truck was bearing toward them.
“Someone’s coming!” Veve shouted. “Let’s ask for a ride, or at least find out how to get to the Gordon farm.”
Stepping to the side of the road, but not so far away that they would not be seen, the girls waited for the truck to draw near. Soon it loomed up through the wall of blinding snow.