party, and we’ll follow close behind so the goblins won’t get you.”
“I’m off, then,” and Polly threw herself flat on her sled.
It was great sport. The track was so icy that the runners made sparks as the sleds whizzed down the steep hill.
About nine o’clock Mrs. Baird stole from the Assembly Hall and sought the rest of her own room. She had grown fearfully tired of Miss Tilden-Brown’s endless talk, and heartily sorry for the girls.
As she reached her dainty chintz-hung sitting-room, she lifted the window and stood looking at the big full moon and breathing the cool night air. Presently a joyous laugh rang out, followed by another. Mrs. Baird looked puzzled and leaned farther out of the window.
The laugh had been caused by Betty forgetting to steer and tumbling into a snow bank, thereby blocking the way for Polly and Lois, who were following close behind, so that they all landed in the drift.
“Somebody pull me out,” sang Polly.
“Sorry, can’t oblige,” came Lois’ muffled tones. “I’m on my way to China.”
“Betty to the rescue. Whose foot is this?”
“Ouch! Oh, let go!”