"All right," Tommy answered. He had walked up the hill, pulling after him the sleds of Flossie and Freddie, who liked to have him help them in this way.
"Last coast, little ones!" Bert called to the small twins. "Then it's time to go home."
"Whose turn is it to steer?" asked Charley Mason.
"Yours, I guess," Bert answered. "Tommy, you can sit right behind Charley and watch how he does it. Then next time you come out on this hill we'll let you steer."
"Thanks!" exclaimed Tommy. He had been anxious to take hold of the wheel himself, but he did not like to ask.
On the bob-sled the boys and girls took their seats. Bert was on the back sled, to push off and ring the bell.
"All ready?" he called.
"All ready," answered Charley.
Bert gave a push and the bob-sled started down hill. On either side were other bob-sleds and single sleds, while farther off, to the right, were streams of smaller boys and girls.
Clang! Clang! went the bell, as Bert rang it.