"Let us ride with you?" said Jimmie Butterworth politely. "I think some of us are lost."
Sunny Boy moved closer to the wagon. He peered in where the driver should sit. He could not see any one, and he noticed that the reins were tied around the whip handle.
"I don't believe any one is driving this horse," he said suddenly.
CHAPTER X
WHERE THE HORSE LIVED
Sunny Boy was right. The children stared at each other in surprise and the little girls forgot that their feet were cold. Who ever heard of a horse and wagon without a driver?
"Is he running away?" asked Jessie Smiley.
"Silly, of course he isn't," retorted Jimmie Butterworth. "A horse can't run away in a snowstorm. I tell you what let's do—let's get in and drive him home!"
"How do you know where he lives?" said Helen Graham.