The remark annoyed Veve. Forgetting to be afraid, she climbed on her sled and took the rope in her hands.
Before she was ready to start, the older boy gave her a hard push. Down the hill shot the sled, moving faster and faster.
Wind whizzed in Veve’s face. She couldn’t see. The sled went so fast it was hard to steer.
“Oh! Oh!” she squealed.
Another sled loomed up. Veve pushed hard on the steering lever with her foot. The sled skidded sharply to the right and she couldn’t straighten it out. The next moment she was lying in a ditch with the sled on top of her.
Slowly she picked herself up and brushed wet snow from her suit. Connie ran down the hill to ask anxiously:
“Are you hurt, Veve?”
“Of course not! But look at my clothes. They’re all wet. I don’t like this hill.”
“Let’s go home.”
“All right,” Veve agreed. “It’s not as much fun here as I thought it would be.”