route and got to any house."

But when Mr. Cameron tried to use the 'phone he found that already
there was a break somewhere on the line. He could get no reply.

They were besieged by the Storm King, and he proved to be a most
pitiless enemy. The drifting snow rose higher and higher about the
lodge every hour. The day dragged on its weary length into night, and
still the wind blew and the snow sifted down, until even the top
panes of the first floor windows were buried beneath the white mantle.




CHAPTER XX

THE SNOW SHROUD


It was rather difficult to find trees with the new and fragrant
leaves started, at this time of year; therefore Ruth and her
companions went rather farther from Snow Camp than they had at first
intended. But the warning flakes of snow served in no manner to
startle them. The snow had been floating down, and whitening their
clothing and adorning the trees with a beautiful icing, for more than
half an hour, before anybody gave the coming storm a serious thought.

"Perhaps we'd better go back and not get any stuffing for the
pillows to-day, Helen," said Ruth, doubtfully. "See yonder! isn't
that more snow coming?"