"I asked you to stop and you wouldn't."

"Well, you might have said you lost the sleds," said Nelson. "Then we
would have stopped. Gee, I hope nobody took 'em! We'll have to go
back."

Ruth got off her sled and walked back with the two boys. They found
the sleds on the sidewalk, exactly where a sudden jerk of the sled she
was on had made Ruth drop the ropes. Even Nelson could not scold his
sister when the sleds were so easily found, and as they went back
toward the hill he and Ruth and Sunny Boy took turns riding.

As Mrs. Horton had said, every boy and girl in Centronia was at Court
Hill, the one good spot for coasting in the city. At least it seemed
that every boy and girl had had a sled for a Christmas gift, or had one
left from the year before, or had borrowed one from some one who had
two, and all had trotted through the snow to enjoy the fun. Since
there was no school, there were high school and grammar and primary
grade children, as well as the little folks who went to kindergarten or
to Miss May's school, the small, private school where Sunny Boy went.
Nelson Baker went to public school where Sunny would go when he was a
little older, Daddy Horton said.

"There's Perry Phelps and Jimmie Butterworth," cried Sunny Boy, as he
caught sight of two of his schoolmates. "Look at the crowd! Oh,
Nelson, see this sled coming down!"

A large sled shot by the children, filled with a crowd of high school
boys and girls.