"I imagine you're not as cautious as you think; but we won't talk.

It's hard to hold on and I haven't much breath." Kit moved nearer and, seizing the edge of the frame, put his arm round her waist.

She did not seem to resent this, and for a time they sped down hill with their feet plowing through the snow.

Kit did not care how long the swift rush lasted, but by and by he began to get anxious.

The sledge had gone a long way since they jumped on, and the hillside was steep to the bottom, where it met the Hindbeck pastures.