"Guess he thought it was another rabbit," commented Bobby.
He walked ahead, carrying the eggs, and Meg followed him closely.
Suddenly he stopped and gave a shout.
CHAPTER XV
GREAT PREPARATIONS
"Meg!" he called. "What do you think? Here's the old skating cap!"
"Skating cap?" repeated Meg stupidly.
"Yes! The skating cap we noticed when we were going to Mrs. Anson's,"
said Bobby. "Don't you remember? We must be clear on the other side
of the pond. That was the back road we followed."
Meg was too tired, with tramping through the deep snow, to care very
much about which road they had followed. She wanted to get home.
"My coat collar's all wet on my neck," she complained fretfully. "How
can we get over the pond, Bobby?"
"Have to walk it," said Bobby. "The snow's too thick to try to skate.
Give me your hand, and you won't slip."
Meg didn't slip, but half way across Bobby did, his feet going out from
under him without warning and sending him sprawling. It was so dark
now, for they had walked a long distance since leaving Mrs. Anson's
house, that Meg could hardly see him.
"Bobby! where are you?" she cried.
"Right here, don't step on me," giggled Bobby, scrambling to his feet
and making sure the eggs were unharmed. "That dark thing over there
must be the bank. Gee, doesn't that sound like Philip?"
A dog on the low bank had barked, and indeed it did sound like Philip.
"Why it is!" called Meg in delight, when they reached the edge of the
pond and began to climb up.
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