pointing to the buried pass.

"And we can't stay here either," moaned Leneli; "not if there is
a way out in any direction."

"There's the path Father and Fritz took this morning," said
Seppi. "We might try that. It must go somewhere."

"Perhaps that is blocked too," said Leneli.

"I'll go a little way and see," said Seppi. "You stay here and
watch the goats."

"Give me your horn, then," said Leneli; "and I'll blow it every
little while so you can find your way back. You know Father
always tells us not to leave the path because it's so easy to get
lost."

"That's a good idea," said Seppi. "See if you can blow it."

Leneli put it to, her lips and blew until her face was purple,
but achieved only a dismal squawk.

"I'll keep the horn myself," said Seppi, taking it from her, "and
every little while I'll blow it. You can answer by blowing on a
grass stem the way you did up yonder. Girls can't manage a horn
anyway."

Leneli was too miserable to reply, and in another minute Seppi
had disappeared up the strange path. For what seemed to her a