"Jemima! Thank goodness that's over." She went to the window and looked out.
A heavy snow had been falling all morning, and the grounds of Seddon Hall were sufficiently covered to assure good coasting.
Polly finished the last couple of sentences of her latin prose with little or no regard to the context and joined Betty.
"Looks bully, doesn't it?" she asked. "I hope it stays long enough to pack."
"It's wonderful," Betty agreed, "but don't let's stand and look at it any longer. Come on out, quick."
"Coming, Lo?" Polly inquired, stopping beside Lois' desk.
"No, not just yet. I've got to speak to Miss Crosby, over in the studio. Don't wait for me. I'll come as soon as I can," she promised. As she saw Polly's look of disapproval, adding by way of apology, "I simply must finish that sketch, Poll. It won't take long."
So Polly and Betty left her and went out together. They found their sleds from the year before, in the gym cellar, and pulled them to the top of the hill.
The snow had drifted into the road, and was so deep that the coasting was slow at first.
"Let's wait awhile," Betty suggested, "until the other girls have packed it down a little; this is no fun."