“Mrs. Downey isn’t using the bob-sled run this year, is she?” Sara inquired curiously.
“I didn’t know anything about it.”
“She has a fine one on her property, but it’s out of sight from the lodge. I guess there haven’t been enough guests this season to make it worth while. Too bad. Bob-sled racing is even more fun than skiing.”
Coming within view of the Downey lodge, Penny observed that a few of the more hardy guests had taken advantage of the lull in the storm, and were out on the slopes, falling, picking themselves up, falling again.
“I have to run into the house a minute,” Penny excused herself. “I’ll be right back.”
She found Mrs. Downey in the kitchen and reported to her that she had been unable to purchase papers in the village.
“The plane came in, didn’t it?”
“Yes, but for some reason the papers weren’t put on.”
“I wonder if the Fergus hotel managed to get any?”
“I don’t see how they could.”