"I n-never w-was so c-c-cold in all my life.
Nell Rayner, m-may the g-good Lord forgive y-you!" Helen was too intent on her own troubles to take breath to talk.

She was a strong, healthy girl, swift and efficient with her hands, yet this, the hardest physical ordeal she had ever experienced, almost overcame her.

Bo outdistanced her by moments, helped her with buttons, and laced one whole boot for her.

Then, with hands that stung, Helen packed the traveling-suits in the bag.
"There! But what an awful mess!" exclaimed Helen.

"Oh, Bo, our pretty traveling-dresses!" "We'll press them t-to-morrow--on a l-log," replied Bo, and she giggled.
They started for the road.