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You must have been born crying!" "I never heard that we came into the world laughing," said Madge; "so Lluella isn't different from the rest of us on that score." "But thank goodness we're not all such snivelers," grumbled Heavy. "Want me to get up? What for?"
The sound smote the company of whispering, laughing girls into a company of frightened, trembling culprits. They hardly dared breathe, and when the commanding rap came for a second time neither Ruth nor Helen had strength enough in their limbs to go to the door. Lluella and The Fox, more used to these orgies than some of the other girls, had retained some presence of mind.
"But we can go on, clinging to each other's jacket-tails." The six had come together, and Helen laughingly "counted noses." "Though we mustn't even count 'em hard," she said, briskly rubbing her own, "or we'll break them off. Isn't it cold?" "It's dreadful!" wailed Lluella. "The wind cuts right through everything I've got on. I shall freeze if we stand here." "We won't stand here.
You know that my brother is all right again?" and she kissed the girl of the Red Mill warmly. Belle and Lluella looked a bit surprised at Mary Cox's manifestation of friendship for Ruth; but they did not yet know all the particulars of their schoolmates' adventures at Silver Ranch.
"But they are to heavy for us to handle and I suppose they are stored in one of the outbuildings, anyway." "Why, I wouldn't go out of doors for a fortune!" cried Lluella Fairfax. "But the creature isn't here yet," Ruth said, doubtfully. "How do you know how fast he's traveling?" returned Helen, quickly. "But think of the boys down there skating," said her chum. "Oh, oh!" gasped Jennie.
Now, Belle, you take Lluella. Madge and Heavy in the rear. Forward march!" "This is a regular Amazon March; isn't it?" croaked Heavy, from behind. "But where shall we march to?" Belle queried. "We'll keep going until we find some shelter. That's the best we can do. Indeed, it is all we can do," replied Ruth. It was impossible to do more than drift before the gale.
"Perhaps she had the same grave doubt about being able to be good that the little boy felt who was saying his prayers," Belle said. "He prayed: 'Dear God, please make me a good boy and if You don't at first succeed, try, try again!" "But oh! some of the problems are so hard," sighed Lluella. "'The Mournful Sisters' will now give their famous sketch," laughed Ruth, as announcer.
"Oh, I can't move!" wailed Lluella. "Luella doesn't want to work," said Madge. "But you get up and do your share, Miss! If you freeze to death here your mother will never forgive me." Of course, it would be Heavy that got into trouble. She made a misstep off the platform and sunk to her arm-pits in a soft bank of snow, and it was all the others could do to pull her out.
Ruth, seeing that there was more room in the second carriage, whisked into it, and Helen was following her when Mary Cox came up. "Going to get in here, Cameron?" she said. "Well, I'll get in with you no, I won't!" she suddenly exclaimed, seeing Ruth peering out. "Come on to the other wagonette; Belle and Lluella are there." For a moment Helen hesitated.
A large, flat package, big enough to hold a large kite, was carefully opened by Belle, who finally found in it, among the many tissue wrappings, a pretty set of hair combs set with stones. In a roughly-done-up parcel was a most disreputable old shoe addressed to Lluella.
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