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.

"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