Aunt Judith walked all around it: she even gave one arm of that yoke a hard push to see if it would really turn the "bob" sled it was geared to.
"Sakes alive! It'll do it!"
Susie had hardly waited to say good-morning to Vosh; and there she was now, with her hood on, exclaiming,—
"Pen, Pen! why don't you go and get your things on? We mustn't keep Vosh waiting."
Pen was off like a flash, and Corry remarked to Vosh,—
"That'll be just great, if it'll work."
"Work! It's sure to work. It's as good as the Cobbleville 'ripper.' That's what they call it. All it wants is somebody strong in the arms to steer."
"I'd never trust myself," said aunt Judith with a deep sigh of anxiety.
"Tell you what, Corry," said Port, "we'll make Vosh haul us up hill. Won't have to walk."
"That's the checker. First time I ever had a horse and a man to help me slide down hill."