Come on--we've got to keep moving. The snow ain't so deep
yet. Take hold of my hand, Cecily. We must all hold together.
Come, now."
"It won't be nice to be frozen to death, but if we get through
alive think what a story we'll have to tell," said the Story Girl
between her chattering teeth.
In my heart I did not believe we would ever get through alive. It
was almost pitch dark now, and the snow grew deeper every moment.
We were chilled to the heart. I thought how nice it would be to
lie down and rest; but I remembered hearing that that was fatal,
and I endeavoured to stumble on with the others. It was wonderful
how the girls kept up, even Cecily. It occurred to me to be
thankful that Sara Ray was not with us.
But we were wholly lost now. All around us was a horror of great
darkness. Suddenly Felicity fell. We dragged her up, but she
declared she could not go on--she was done out.
"Have you any idea where we are?" shouted Dan to Peter.
"No," Peter shouted back, "the wind is blowing every which way. I
haven't any idea where home is."
Home! Would we ever see it again? We tried to urge Felicity on,
but she only repeated drowsily that she must lie down and rest.
Cecily, too, was reeling against me. The Story Girl still stood
up staunchly and counselled struggling on, but she was numb with
cold and her words were hardly distinguishable.
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