“Their names are Ruby and Jake,” said Nickel. “It’s probably best to tell them you were here when Teddy found us. They might not understand us being saved by an Irish wolfhound.” “I’ll tell them you’re fine and give them directions to this house,” said Ellie. “And I am here. They could surprise you, of course. They might be so happy to see you both that they won’t care who found you.” “I don’t remember them ever surprising me,” said Flora. “Except when they try to dance, don’t forget,” said Nickel. Flora nodded. “They are not very good at dancing,” she said thoughtfully. Outside, Ellie put on her skis again. She kissed us all and went off, a red spot against the white. “I’ll take you all for a ride in my little red car!” she called back to us, waving. “Thank you!” called Flora. We watched her ski off, slowly disappearing into the woods and out of sight. “She’ll be back,” said Nickel, watching me. “She will,” I said. “She’s Ellie.”
