They found though it was quite deep it was dry and soft so that tramping through it, and pulling the sled, would not be so great an exertion as it otherwise would have been. "We'll have to take it easy, and we may get home in time for dinner," said Frank. "Pity, though, we can't have some of our own game cooked for the feast, but we'll not arrive in time." "I think we'll leave most of it with her. What do you say?" asked Bart, and he nodded toward the cabin, outside of which the boys stood. "Sure thing!" exclaimed Fenn. "I wish we could find her son for her." "Maybe we can, some day," remarked Ned. "But we'd better go in to breakfast and then get started." "I hardly feel like taking all this," Mrs. Perry said as she looked at the rabbits and turkeys the boys left. They had reserved a turkey and some rabbits each but left all the rest. "It hardly seems right," she added. "Why it's no more than we owe you," said Bart quickly. "We never could have stayed all night out in that blizzard in our tent. I don't know what we would have done if it hadn't been that we saw your house." "I only wish I had had better accommodations to offer you," the widow said. "But we have nothing except what charity gives us. In the spring Jane hopes to get a place to work." "Perhaps we could help you," suggested Ned. "My father knows a number of business men and he might get Jane a place in a store." "Oh, if he only would!" exclaimed the girl. "I do so want to help mother. I must take Willie's place--until he comes back," she added a little sadly. "My poor boy," Mrs. Perry exclaimed with a sigh. "I wonder if he will have as nice a Thanksgiving dinner as we will, thanks to the generosity of you boys." "We'll hope so," said Fenn. "So you haven't any idea where he is?" "Not the least. He used to say he wanted to see New York, as I suppose all boys do. But I hardly believe he is there. I wish I knew where he was. He should come home, pride or not, no matter if he hasn't a cent." "New York," murmured Ned. "I expect to go there soon. I might see Willie." "Oh! If you only could!" exclaimed Jane. "Tell him to come home at once. You can easily recognize him. He has a little red scar on his right cheek. He fell and cut himself on a stone when he was a baby." "New York is a big place," said Mrs. Perry. "You are not very likely to see my boy. But if you should--tell him his mother prays for him--every night!" and, unable to keep her feelings in control the widow burst into tears. It was rather an awkward moment for the boys, but little Mary saved the day. "I'm going to New York!" she exclaimed. "I'm goin' right now with these nice boys. They can pull me on their sled!" and she ran to get her bonnet and cloak. This raised a laugh, and Mrs. Perry recovered her composure. "Not now, dear," she said. "Sometime, maybe," and she smiled through her tears. "Well, we must be going," remarked Fenn. "We're ever so much obliged to you."