Any idea seemed good to the disappointed little girls. Even just looking at the sled they could use, if nothing happened, was interesting. They followed Sammy.
But Sammy had more in his mind than just the idea of looking at the sled. Only, from past experience, he knew that to get Tess and Dot Kenway to leave the path of rectitude took some sharp “figuring.” So he, like Ike M’Graw, was exercising his faculties.
They came to the shed.
“Oh, what a nice sled!” cried Dot, as Sammy drew out a shiny sled, big enough for three or four little folks, and with a steering arrangement in front.
“It’s a better sled than the one I have at home,” admitted Sammy.
“I guess we could slide all right on that,” said Tess slowly.
“Guess we could!” agreed the boy.
“I’d like a ride on it,” said Dot wistfully.
“Get on, kid. Me and Tess will drag you,” said Sammy.
Dot overlooked the objectionable way in which Sammy had addressed her and hurried to seat herself on the sled. Sammy and Tess took hold of the rope. It was not very hard to pull such a light body as that of the fairylike Dot through the soft snow.