more.

The storm was growing worse, and it was getting dark now with the heavy
clouds up above.

"Say, Freddie," said Flossie, after a bit, "I'm tired. Why don't we
holler?"

"Holler?" asked Freddie, trying to turn his overcoat collar closer
around his neck. "What do we want to holler for?"

"For help," answered Flossie. "Don't you know, in books and stories,
every time people get lost they holler for help?"

"Oh, that's right," Freddie said. "I forgot about that. Well, we can
holler."

The twins shouted as loudly as they could, but their voices were not
very strong, and the wind was now blowing so hard that even if any one
had been near at hand he could hardly have heard the little ones
calling.

"Help! Help!" shouted Flossie and Freddie together several times.

They listened, but all they could hear was the howling of the wind and
the swishing of the snowflakes.

"Well, let's walk on some more," said Freddie, after a bit. "No use
standing here."

"And it isn't much use walking on," returned Flossie; and her voice
trembled. "We don't know where we're going."

Still she followed as Freddie trudged on.

"You walk behind me, Flossie," he said, "and that will keep some of the
wind off you."

"Thank you, Freddie," was Flossie's answer. "But I'd rather walk by the
side of you. You--you can hold my hand better then."

Hand in hand the twins went on. The wind seemed to blow all ways at
once, and always in the faces of the tots. All at once, as Freddie made
a stop to get his breath, he gave a shout.

"What's the matter?" asked Flossie. "Do you see something?"

"Yes, I guess it's a house," Freddie answered. "Look!"

He pointed to something that loomed up black in the midst of the cloud
of snowflakes.

"I guess we'll be all right now," Flossie said. "We'll go in there and
ask our way home."

But when they reached the black object they found that it was only an
old shed which had been used to store some meadow hay. The door of the
shed was shut, but Freddie tried to open it.

"We can go in there to get warm," he said, "if I can open it."

"I'll help you," said Flossie.

The two were struggling with the latch of the door when they saw some
black object coming toward them out of the storm.

"Oh, maybe it's a cow," said Flossie.

"It's a man," cried Freddie, and so it proved. A tall, nice-looking man,
his black beard white with snow, walked toward the children.

"Well, well!" he cried. "What does th