Marget Penrose: 2 books

“Oh, Dorothy, I am sure we will all be killed!” “Doro, are you all right?” This last was from Tavia, while the other gasps came from various girls, too intermixed to separate. It seemed a long time, but was, in reality, only a few seconds, until the conductor and porter...

But Dorothy believed a house must be near. Surely she would not be lost—covered up by the snow and frozen to death—near to a human habitation? “There must be somebody living around here!” she murmured, plowing on through the drifts. “Help; help!” Her faint cry brought no...