Veve frowned, for she disliked the advice. “All I ask is a little cold winter weather,” she mumbled.
Dragging their sleds, the two girls walked to the brow of the hill. Everywhere they could see patches of bare earth on the slope. Water trickled in the roadside ditches.
“Can’t coast here,” said a boy who stood near. “But there’s snow left on Kelly’s Hill. Most of the kids have gone there. That’s where I’m heading.” He started away with his sled.
Veve seized Connie’s hand. “Come on,” she urged. “Let’s go too.”
“But Kelly’s Hill isn’t roped off. Only the older boys coast there.”
“Who’s afraid?” scoffed Veve. “I want to use my sled at least once this winter.”
“Do you think the hill is safe?” Connie was troubled. While her mother had not forbidden her to go to the other coasting area, she wondered if she should. A Brownie, Miss Gordon had said, always was trustworthy and responsible.
“We can be careful,” Veve said. She started away.
“Wait!” called Connie.
Veve was a year younger than she, and inclined to act hastily. She could not let her friend go alone.