"And she had three chances where we had only one," put in Rhoda. "We might have beaten our own mark if we had had our full number of trips."
"There's not much of the sport about Linda," commented Grace. "Any one who beats her makes her an enemy. She takes it as a personal insult if any one dares to get ahead of her."
"She can't be any more of an enemy to us than she always has been," concluded Bess. "But come along, Nan, and let's eat. My appetite's keener than ever, now that I know we won."
"Was there ever anything the matter with your appetite, Bess?" questioned Nan with a smile.
"Sometimes—not often. But, oh, Nan! neither of us would have had much appetite if we had seriously injured that poor woman."
"You are right there. Every time I think of the narrow escape we had I have to shiver."
"Yes, and supposing the sled had gone into a tree, or one of those sharp rocks! Oh, it would have been dreadful!"
"We can count ourselves very lucky."
"And to think we won the race after all! That's the best news I've heard in a long time."
"Oh, no, Bess. The best news is our escape, and Mrs. Bragley's, from serious injury. The race doesn't count alongside of that."