And you say for me to let Carol go with Dick? What are you
thinking of? I tell you when any one goes gadding with Carol, I am the
man." Then he added seriously: "But really, I've got to go to-night.
We're just getting hold of the folks down there and we can't let go.
Otherwise, I should make Carol stay in. But the boys in her class are
so fond of her that I know she is needed as much as I am."
"But that cough--"
"Oh, that cough is all right. It will go when spring comes. I just
haven't had a chance to rest my throat. I feel fine to-night. Come on
in, Baldwin. Yes, we are ready. Still snowing? Well, a little snow--
Here, Carol, you must wear your gaiters. I'll buckle them."
A little later they set out, the three of them, heads lowered against
the driving snow. There were no cars running across country, and
indeed not even sidewalks, since it was an unfrequented part of the
town with no residences for many blocks until one reached the little,
tumbledown section in the Hollow. Here and there were heavy drifts,
and now and then an unexpected ditch in the path gave Carol a tumble
into the snow, but, laughing and breathless, she was pulled out again
and they plodded heavily on.
In spite of the inclement weather, the tiny house--called a mission by
grace of speech--was well and noisily filled.
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