CONNIE scarcely knew what to do. The storm seemed to be getting worse, for snow came down faster and the wind was rising.
“Maybe another car or truck will come along,” she said hopefully.
“We can’t stand here and freeze,” shivered Veve. “I think this is a side road. Mr. Gossart’s truck may be the only one to drive past today.”
Connie knew that Veve depended upon her to make a decision. While they might keep on walking, she could not be sure the road would lead to Mr. Jeffert’s farm.
“Let’s go back,” she decided.
The wind howled in their ears and seemed to come from every direction. Snow stung their faces. Never before had the two girls been so miserable and cold.
“Why can’t we see the Stone cabin?” Veve whimpered.
From the road the dwelling was nowhere to be seen. The driving, swirling curtain of white had blotted out the entire landscape, making everything appear strange.
“Are we walking the right direction?” Veve asked after a few minutes. “It didn’t seem to me we followed the road this far before.”
“I’m all mixed up,” Connie admitted, turning around so that the wind would strike her back instead of her face. She was frightened, but did not want Veve to know.