STANLEY was as good as his word and he and several other high school lads kept the coasters off while ten small girls, all who were willing to try their skill at steering, started down the hill when he gave the word. Two of them capsized almost at once, three lasted half-way down, one ran into a gutter and of the four who reached the bottom of the hill safely, Meg was the first.
“You’re the winner,” Stanley informed her. “And I didn’t see any of those who fell off act as though frightened. What do you have to say for yourself, Fred?”
“Oh, well, girls are different,” said Fred, looking at Meg admiringly.
“But you said they always get scared,” insisted Stanley relentlessly.
“I meant some of them do,” said Fred uneasily.
And then Stanley took pity on him and invited all the ten little girls to have a coast on his bobsled which was certainly the largest and swiftest sled on the hill.
The four little Blossoms left Wayne Place Hill when the town clock struck five and all the way home they talked of what they meant to do during the holidays. That is Meg and Dot and Twaddles talked, but Bobby remained silent.
“I hope there will be skating,” said Meg. “If there is anything I love it is skating. I don’t know which is more fun, skating or coasting.”
“I like skating better,” declared Twaddles. “Don’t you, Dot?”
“Yes,” agreed Dot, “I do. And I’m going to ask Daddy to buy us some skates. I’m sure we’re old enough to have ’em this year.”