"You can't help yourself," Helen informed her. "Oh-h, my feet are cold!"
"Well, I don't b'lieve we're going home," admitted Jimmie Butterworth, working his arms up and down to get them warm. "I think we'd better walk the other way."
So they all turned around and began to walk in the opposite direction. The wind turned, too, and the snow came into their faces faster than ever.
"Look out!" screamed Helen Graham, as they stumbled across a street. "Here comes something!"
Something big and black was coming toward them out of the snowstorm. It moved slowly and Jimmie Butterworth said he thought it was a battleship.
"Who ever saw a battleship on the land?" said Perry Phelps. "I'll bet you it is a—a cow."
Perry said this hastily because he had thought at first the thing coming toward them was a motor truck, but before he could say so his quick eyes had made out four moving legs.
"It's a horse and wagon," said Sunny Boy. "Let's ask the driver to give us a ride home."
"Hey, mister!" shouted the boys as the wagon came close to them. "Let us in? Where are you going? Let us ride with you, please?"
The horse stopped, but no one answered. It seemed, tired, poor animal, and stood with its head down and winking its eyes to keep the snow out of them.