"Chuck got his building game; you know, the one he wanted, and he wouldn't come out," declared Toad in fine disgust. "He's making things with it."
"Who's that just starting?" and Reddy pointed up the long hill where some one was getting ready to coast down. "Well, if it isn't Mike O'Reilly!" he exclaimed,—"here ahead of us."
Then, as the sled with Mike lying flat on it shot past them, they greeted him with a shout.
"Hello," returned Mike, his face all aglow with joy, "look at what I got for Christmas."
"Bet you're glad now that you gave it to him," said Reddy as the two boys reached the top of the hill. "Let me go down with you the first trip?"
"You bet!" Toad assented.
"Merry Christmas," Reddy shouted, giving the sled a push from behind. "One, two, three, we're off," and down they flew.
"She's speedy, all right," he declared as the cold north wind stung his cheeks.
"And she steers like a bird," echoed Toad.