"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