at poor Jessie had walked into them without seeing
them.

"No, I never saw that fence, either," declared Jimmie. "Is this the
way you go home to your house, Sunny Boy?"

"I don't know whose fence that is," replied Sunny Boy. "I never saw it
before. Gee, doesn't the wind blow!"

The wind was blowing harder than ever and the snow seemed to be coming
down faster and faster. There was not a horse or wagon or motor truck
to be seen on the street, and not even a single person. Every one who
could get in out of the storm had done so. And as it was noon by this
time even those whose work forced them to be out had managed to find
shelter somewhere for the lunch hour.

"I want to go home!" cried Dorothy Peters, just as Ruth Baker had cried
the day she went coasting with Sunny Boy and Nelson. Sunny Boy decided
that all girls acted the same way.

"Well, come on," said Jimmie Butterworth, putting his hands deeper into
his pockets. "Come on, Dorothy; you won't get home standing there and
crying about it. Hurry up."

The children began to walk again, but the snow blinded their eyes and
the wind continued to take their breath way. Jessie Smiley fell over a
curb stone and began to cry and Helen Graham, who had not said a word,
sat down in the snow and declared she wasn't going a step further.

"I think we're lost and we'll be buried in the snow and never, never
found any more!" she said. Helen liked exciting stories and she had
heard so many she thought she could tell a few herself and, as it
proved, she could.

"I don't want to be buried in the snow!" cried Jessie. "I won't be
buried and never, never found any more."

"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 th