"Yes," Meg agreed absently, "but look how pretty it is—I think snow is lovely. And the bells sound so pretty, too. Here comes another sleigh."
The children stood up to look, holding on to the back of the seat, to steady themselves. Coming toward them were two horses, harnessed to a sleigh much like the one Sam was driving—a light box set on two sets of runners.
"From the creamery," said Sam, as his quick eyes saw the heavy milk cans.
The man driving the sleigh called "Howdy!" and shook his whip at them and Dot gasped and held on to Meg as Sam turned out for the other team.
The road was fairly well trampled in the center, but when it became necessary for two vehicles to pass, they had to turn into the drifts. The four little Blossoms felt their sleigh tilt alarmingly, but before they had time to be frightened they were back on the level road again.
"Do—do sleighs ever tip over?" asked Dot anxiously.
"Oh, sometimes," Sam said cheerfully. "But if you are going to be turned over in anything, Dot, always pick out a sleigh for the accident; a motor car can pin you down and a railroad wreck is serious, but when a sleigh turns over, you just slip out into the snow and there's nothing to hurt you."
This sounded comforting, but the children agreed that they would rather not be tipped over.
"I think we'll take this cross road over," said Sam, when they came to a place where four roads met. "It may be a bit harder going and more drifts to get through, but we'll save time at that."
"We don't have to save time, do we?" Bobby put in. "We're always saving time, Sam—at least you are. And I think it would be fun to drive as much as we want to, just once."