are best shown. And, to the credit of the outdoor girls be it said that, now they had taken the "plunge" none of them showed the white feather. They were brave under any circumstances and this very bravery strengthened their tired nerves.
On they splashed through muddy puddles, protecting themselves from the rain as best they could by their coats. But occasionally the wind would whip them open, letting in the moisture that already had soaked the garments well.
"There doesn't seem to be any shelter," remarked Amy, hopelessly, when they had gone perhaps half a mile.
"Oh, don't give up yet," suggested Mollie.
They kept on, and came to a cross-road.
"Now which way?" asked Betty.
"Straight ahead," proposed Mollie.
"To the left," offered Grace.
"The right," was Amy's choice.
"I think I'm not sure, but I think I see a light off to the left," said Cousin Jane.
"A light!" cried Betty. Then we ought to head for that."
"But I am not certain," went on Mrs. Mackson. "Look, girls, is that a light?"
They grouped around her, and gazed in the direction she pointed.
