...y worried as he scanned the surrounding trees,
realizing something that, despite himself, he found a little
worrying, "Trevor, I think I know where we are. I mean... I
recognize these trees.""Great! Great!"
Suzy exclaimed, "Lead us home!""No..."
Trevor muttered, understanding at once what Mark meant, "I
recognize these trees too, but I don't know how to get home from
them. There's only one place I know how to reach from these woods,
and... And I'm afraid you'll be ashamed of us both when we do,
asked, "What're you blabbing about? Let's just go, already! We
can get home, right? We can go wherever it is you know how to get
to, find a policeman, and then get him to take us home, right? Or at
least give us directions...""It's not that
easy." Mark replied, "Suzy, we need to depend on you. You
might be the only one who can describe what we want once we get to
this place I was talking to you about."Suzy was deeply puzzled
as Mark slowly started walking along a route that, many months ago,
he'd taken before, and within about fifteen minutes, had emerged from
those woods to find himself at the edge of a pond, which was,
somehow, still wet and warm, despite all the snow that surrounded it.
All three of the children soaked their hands in the piping hot water
to warm themselves up a little before looking up to see the log house
on the far side of that peanut-shaped pond."When we meet the
person who lives there," Mark said, "don't depend on us
anymore, Suzy. In fact, ...