"We may get all turned around and lost. Let us walk over
to the Hopedale road."
"I wish we had some crullers, or something," said Nan, who was growing
hungry. They had each had a cruller on leaving home, but had eaten them
up before embarking on the ice-boat voyage.
"Please don't speak of them, Nan. You make me feel awfully hollow," came
from her twin brother. And the way he said this was so comical it made
her laugh in spite of her trouble.
The laugh put them both in better spirits, and leaving the _Ice Bird_
where she lay, they set off through the snow in the direction of the
road which ran from Lakeport to the village of Hopedale, six miles away.
"It will take us over an hour to get home," said Nan.
"Yes, and I suppose we'll catch it for being late," grumbled Bert.
"Perhaps we won't get any supper."
"Oh, I know mamma won't scold us after she finds out why we were late,
Bert."
They had to cross a pasture and climb a fence before the road was
reached. Here was an old cow-shed and they stood in the shelter of this
for a moment, out of the way of the wind and driving snow.
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