CHAPTER IX
THE LOST IS FOUND
“Look at Donald! Look at Donald!” laughingly shouted the other children who were coasting on the hill. “Donald fell off his sled!”
“I don’t care! It was fun!” and Donald also laughed. “Did you see me roll over?” he asked.
“Yes, we saw you,” replied the other boys and girls.
“Did you get hurt?” asked Jane.
“No, it was fun,” said Donald.
“Then I’m going to do it!” announced his sister. “I’m going to ride down hill and upset the way you did, Don.” Jane was very venturesome as well as mischievous.
“No, you mustn’t do it!” Donald said. “Mother wouldn’t like it. She might make us come in. Don’t upset, Jane.”
“All right, I won’t—not on purpose,” she answered, with a laugh. “But if I happen to I can’t help it,” she added. “Can I?” Jane had gotten over speaking “baby talk.”
And, really, I believe Jane would have been glad to upset off her sled as Donald had done, and she might have given herself a little push to bring this about, but that she happened to notice that her brother did not have the Woolly Dog after he had picked himself up, following the upset.