At the hill, the girls found at least a dozen other children their own age. The Brownies took turns using the small sleds, and riding the big bob which Miss Gordon steered.
Once at the bottom of the hill, the sled overturned, and everyone was dumped into the snow. The Brownies howled with laughter and did not mind in the least.
After a while, Connie, who had brought along her skis, tried to slide down hill on them. Before she had gone six feet she fell. Both of the skis flew off.
“These skis aren’t much good,” she said in a discouraged voice. She hurled them away.
“Why, Connie,” said Miss Gordon, laughing at her. “Have you forgotten the Brownie verse?”
“What verse?” asked Connie, digging snow from her collar.
“‘Now, little Brownie,
Strap on your skis;
Crouch low, little girl,
And bend your knees,’”