“Shall we?” asked Ruth, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “We’re not really hurt, you know, and—well——”
“Oh, yes, let’s do it,” begged Miss Newton, and so, leaving Burton to his damaged bob, the girls went with Tom and his chums. They had several glorious coasts, under the silver moon, which shone with undiminished splendor.
Hal Burton got his bob in shape again, and begged the girls to try a ride, but they would not, and he was forced to content himself with others.
“Maybe he’ll be unpleasant toward you, going back to Fairview in the horse sled,” suggested Phil, to his sister.
“He didn’t hire that,” retorted Ruth. “We girls clubbed together and got that, and invited the boys. But I think we’d better be going; it’s getting late.”
There was one more last, jolly coast, and then the college girls and boys wended their way from the hill, calling good-nights to each other.
“When are you coming over, Phil?” asked his sister, as she and the others climbed in the big horse-drawn sleigh.
“Do you mean our crowd?” asked her brother, laughingly.
“Yes—everybody!” added Miss Tyler.
“To-morrow,” answered Tom promptly.