“We’ll make it up to you, old dear,” Betsy told her, then she beckoned to a boy of about fourteen who had been whirling the long toboggan into place on the well trodden starting point.
“How much will you charge to take us down to the bottom of the hill?” she inquired. The lad touched his cap and replied most courteously, “I’ll be glad to take you. I’m a Boy Scout and I do not accept pay for doing a kind deed.”
“That’s mighty nice of you,” Betsy said. “How do you want us to sit?”
“Any way you like. I’ll be in front to steer,” the boy replied as he took his place.
The laughing girls thought this a fine adventure, especially Virg, who had never before been on a sled of any kind.
“All ready!” the lad glanced back inquiringly.
“Go!” Betsy shouted, and they went! There was a sudden sharp descent which gave the toboggan the start it needed. Skillfully the boy whirled it around the curve in the road that was ahead of them and to their joy the girls saw that the slide led right down to the edge of the village.
“Hurray for us!” Betsy exclaimed, when at last they had stopped.
“Thank you ever and ever so much,” Virginia exclaimed, “don’t believe we were ten minutes coming down.”
“I’ll take you again any time I’m up top,” the boy said gallantly. He was about to start dragging the toboggan up the long hill when Betsy hailed him. “Is there anything interesting to see beyond the village?” she asked.