desert island," cried Heavy. "Carrying matches!"
"Tom did tell us to," admitted Helen, laughing. "But I didn't pay much attention to what he said. I know he told us that we could never tell when matches would come in handy in the woods."
"But we'd set the forest afire and then see what damage would be done!" cried Belle.
"Not necessarily. Especially in this snow," returned Ruth, calmly. "If we get very cold, and are delayed for long, we can break the dry branches off underneath this tree—and others like it—and get a fire very easily. Tom told us how to do it."
"So he did!" cried Helen. "I do believe Ruth never forgets anything she is told. And we may be glad of those matches."
"Goodness me!" whined Lluella. "Don't talk so dreadfully."
"How do you mean? " queried Helen.
"As though we'd have to stay here under this old tree so long! It's got to stop snowing soon. Or else the men will come after us."
"Why, we all believe that we shall soon get home," said Madge cheerfully. "But the boys, or the men, either, couldn't find us in this storm. We will have to be patient."
Patience was hard indeed to cultivate in their
