George also went with him with his sled.

The coasting is very good, and some hundreds of boys are enjoying it.

Long lines of sleds, freighted with from one to three or four juveniles, are dashing down in various directions from the Beacon Street mall; and an odd collection of juveniles and sleds it is, too.

There comes a chubby, red-faced lad, with his exact counterpart, on a smaller scale, clinging on behind him with one hand, and swinging his cap with the other.

Their sled is called the "Post-Boy," and it seems to "carry the males" very expeditiously.