“I hope we don’t have any such adventure as we had at Conover’s Hill,” remarked Jessie to Dave while they were spinning on their way.
“I don’t think these livery stable horses will run away,” he returned. “They are used every day, and that makes them less frisky than our 100 horses, which sometimes are in the stable for a week. Besides that, Wash Bones is one of the most careful drivers around here. If he does anything, he’ll let the team hold back on him rather than urge them to do their best.”
On and on flew the sleigh, the young folks chatting gaily and occasionally bursting out into a verse of song.
“Let’s give ’em our old Oak Hall song!” cried Dave, presently.
“That’s it!” came eagerly from his two chums, and a moment later they started up the old school song, which was sung to the tune of Auld Lang Syne, the girls joining in:
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“Oak Hall we never shall forget, No matter where we roam; It is the very best of schools, To us it’s just like home! Then give three cheers, and let them ring Throughout this world so wide, To let the people know that we Elect to here abide!” |
“Say, that takes me back to the old days at Oak Hall,” remarked Roger, when the singing had come to an end. “My, but those were the great days!”
“I don’t believe we’ll ever see any better, Roger,” answered Dave.
The sleighing party had still three miles to go when suddenly Laura uttered a cry.