“We might sit down with them, girls,” Betty suggested, “for we didn’t really have a heavy meal at Carolyn’s!”
But Betty had scarcely gotten seated at the home dinner table than she rose to answer the telephone. “Oh, who is it? I can’t quite understand. The telephone buzzes a little. Now I get it–oh, yes, Chet! Honestly? Why, yes, that would be great fun. I don’t know, though.”
Betty listened a little. “Wait a minute. I’ll have to ask Mother and see what the girls say. Please hold the ’phone a minute.”
The telephone was in the hall and Betty rushed around through the living room to where the family were. “Mother!” she began excitedly, “that was Chet Dorrance and he wants to know if we girls can go bob-sled riding tonight. It’s freezing like everything and the boys have got water poured on some hill–this afternoon, you know, and the snow all packed down!”
“What boys are going and what hill is it, Betty?” inquired her father.
“Chet said that he and Chauncey Allen and Budd LeRoy would come after us. We can take the car, the street-car, he said, and get off almost right at the hill, anyhow the place where it is, one of the houses, I suppose, maybe a place like Carolyn’s.”
“Betty, I can’t have you start in to go out with the boys in the evening.”
“But this isn’t like that, Mother. It’s a big crowd, not so very big perhaps, but at least two bob-sleds and we take turns.”
“Sure the hill doesn’t deposit you near some car line or shoot you across one? I saw a kiddie nearly killed this afternoon shooting across a road, down hill, on his sled.” Mr. Lee was interposing this remark.
Betty looked worried. “Chet is waiting on the line, Mother. Oh, I do want to go!”