“Now for some fun!” cried a girl’s voice.
“Did you hear that?” asked Tom, of Phil. “It sounded like your sister Ruth.”
“It is Ruth!” cried Phil, as he caught sight of the girl who had called out. “It’s a crowd from Fairview,” he added, naming a co-educational institution not far from Randall, at which college Ruth Clinton attended. “Hi, Ruth!” called her brother, “how are you?”
“Oh, Phil,” she answered. “So glad to see you! Are the other inseparables there?”
“All of us!” cried Tom, as he glimpsed Madge Tyler. “Come have a ride on our bob.”
“Next time,” answered Mabel Harrison with a laugh. “We have a prior invitation now.”
“Who are with you?” asked Phil of his sister as he reached her side. “Whose bob is that?” and he pointed to the one back of the sled.
“Hal Burton’s. He’s a new student, rather rich, and sporty I guess. He made up this little party. Oh, it’s all right,” she hastened to add, as she saw her brother look at her curiously. “We have permission, a chaperone and all the fixings. Trust the ogress, Miss Philock, for that. Isn’t it a glorious night?”
“Fine,” agreed Phil. “But who is this Burton chap?”