SHELTER
WHEN Jess opened her eyes it must have been about ten o'clock in the morning. She sat tip and looked all around her. She could see dimly the opening where they had come into the woods. She looked around to see that her family was still safely by her. Then she looked up at the sky. At first she thought it must still be night, and then she realized that the darkness was caused by an approaching storm.
"Whatever, whatever shall we do now?" demanded Jess of the air.
She got up and looked in every direction for shelter. She even walked quite a little way into the woods, and down a hill. And there she stood, not knowing what to do next.
"I shall have to wake Henry up," she said at last. "Only how I hate to!"
As she spoke she glanced into the forest, and her feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground. She could not stir. Faintly outlined among the trees, Jess saw an old freight or box car. Her first thought was one of fear; her second, hope
