Veve caught sight of her bag with the others and nearly let out a war whoop. Grandfather Gordon didn’t say a word. He lifted Connie into the sled and then unhitched the horses.
Snuggling beneath the bearskin robe, Veve whispered in her friend’s ear:
“Connie, how did you do it?”
“Easy,” she whispered in return. “Grandfather Gordon just asked for the bag and the station agent gave it to him.”
Jane Tuttle stirred restlessly. “What are you two whispering about this time?” she demanded.
“Nothing,” laughed Veve. She felt quite cheerful again.
Grandfather Gordon leaped into the bobsled and clucked to the horses. Away they started at a fast clip down the snowy road.
“We’re off for Snow Valley!” shouted Eileen. “Hurrah!”
“Listen!” cried Veve.
Distinctly the girls could hear the merry jingle of sleighbells. A moment later, the sleigh itself appeared, drawn by a pure white horse.