Some wild idea
was in my mind that we must dig a hole in the snow and all creep
into it. I had read somewhere that people had thus saved their
lives in snowstorms. Suddenly Felix gave a shout.
"I see a light," he cried.
"Where? Where?" We all looked but could see nothing.
"I don't see it now but I saw it a moment ago," shouted Felix.
"I'm sure I did. Come on--over in this direction."
Inspired with fresh hope we hurried after him. Soon we all saw
the light--and never shone a fairer beacon. A few more steps and,
coming into the shelter of the woodland on the further side, we
realized where we were.
"That's Peg Bowen's house," exclaimed Peter, stopping short in
dismay.
"I don't care whose house it is," declared Dan. "We've got to go
to it."
"I s'pose so," acquiesced Peter ruefully. "We can't freeze to
death even if she is a witch."
"For goodness' sake don't say anything about witches so close to
her house," gasped Felicity. "I'll be thankful to get in
anywhere."
We reached the house, climbed the flight of steps that led to that
mysterious second story door, and Dan rapped. The door opened
promptly and Peg Bowen stood before us, in what seemed exactly the
same costume she had worn on the memorable day when we had come,
bearing gifts, to propitiate her in the matter of Paddy.
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