It was Miriam Nesbit, riding flat on her stomach and going like the wind.
"Jump to the left, Anne," cried Grace's voice, "or you'll be hurt!" Anne looked up and saw the sled.

It all happened in a flash, and how David managed to get there first she never knew; but the next instant the two were rolling over and over in the snow with Miriam on top of them and a broken sled skidding on its back down the hillside.
"It was Miss Pierson's fault," exclaimed Miriam as she pulled herself out of the snow, and the others came running to the scene of the accident.

"Why didn't she get out of the way?
Inexperienced people ought not to come to bobbing parties.

They always get hurt." David was binding up a cut in his wrist, which was sprinkling the snow with blood.

He was too angry to trust himself to answer his sister before the others just then.