"Halloo, Vosh! Going to slide down hill in a cutter?"
There he was at the gate, sorrel colt, red blanket, bells, and all.
"Cutter! No; but you wouldn't have the girls walk up hill after every slide, would you?"
"The girls!" exclaimed aunt Judith. "They ain't a-goin'. I won't hear to any sech thing."
"Now, Miss Farnham, you come out here and look at my sled. They've got one like it over in Cobbleville, only mine's bigger. If you'll come along with us"—
"Me come! Sakes alive! But what have you been a-doin'?"
"Why, Vosh," said Corry, "it's your little old pair of bobs, and you've rigged a box on the hind one. What's that in front?"
"That's my rudder."
"Rudder! You can't steer with it: a rudder ought to be behind."
"Ought it, now? Don't you see? The front bob turns on a pin in the middle, that comes up through the centre plank. I've greased it, so it turns easy. See how I've rigged that yoke to the front bob? See the two arms a-standing up? You pull on one of those arms, and you pull around the head of the bob. That steers 'em. The hind bob follows the front one: can't help it, if it tries."