"Why, Flossy Flouncy!" cried King; "you couldn't go coasting! I don't believe you've ever tried it!"
"I never did but once," said Delight, "and then the hill wasn't very good, but it was fun. I'd love to go on a hill like that."
"Would your mother let you?" said Marjorie doubtfully.
"No, I don't believe she would. But I'd coax her till she had to."
"That's right," said King. "We'll go to-morrow, and then you'll see what real coasting is."
It was not a very long ride to their destination, and at last the sleigh turned in at a farm entrance and passed through a long winding avenue of trees to the house.
It was an old yellow farmhouse, big and capacious, and in the doorway stood a smiling-faced little old lady awaiting them.
This was Miss Adams, Dorothy's grand-aunt, and called Auntie Adams by all the children who visited her. They all tumbled out of the sleigh, and ran laughing into the house.
Each was greeted by Miss Adams, and cries of "Where's Ponto?" and "Oh, here's Polly!" and "Hello, Tabby," were heard.
"This is Delight Spencer," said Marjorie, as she presented her to Miss Adams; "she's a new friend of mine, and Mr. Adams said I might bring her."