Before they knew it, they were landed at the bottom.
"O Hippy," cried Grace, her cheeks glowing like winter berries, "I feel as if I were riding the comet.

But look out for the others," for the remaining sleds followed in quick succession and the air resounded with the whoops of the boys and girls as they shot past.

"Is there any sport in the world that can touch it ?" she demanded of the world in general.
Three or four more such rides, and Anne felt an exhilaration she had never before known.

She was climbing the hill for a final trip before the party returned to Nora's for hot chocolate and sandwiches, when she heard some one cry out just behind her.

She had lingered a little to watch the sleds pass, and had failed to notice a small sled with a single occupant come over the brow of the hill well out of the beaten path and make straight for her.