He had to wait a minute to find a place for his sled in the row of
coasters lined up at the top of the hill. Then he sat down and took
the rope and Ruth sat down behind him and grasped the belt of his coat.

"Here, I'll start you," offered a boy, who came up behind them.

"Wait a--" began Sunny Boy. He meant to say, "Wait a minute," but the
boy gave him a tremendous push and the sled slid over the hill and
began to go down.

"Ow!" shrieked Ruth, closing her eyes and opening her mouth very wide.
"Ow! Stop Sunny Boy! Ow! Ow!"

Sunny Boy couldn't stop. But he was steering nicely and they would
probably have had a fine coast if Ruth had not grown more frightened
and thrown her arms around his neck. Her elbow knocked Sunny Boy's cap
over his eye and he felt himself being pulled over backward. The sled
went zigzagging down the hill for a moment, then a big sled tore past
it and knocked it to one side. Ruth fell off and dragged Sunny Boy
with her and the sled went on down the hill alone.

Nelson had seen the spill at the bottom of the hill and he came running
up to them.

"Are you hurt, Ruth?" he asked his sister. "Did another sled hit you?
There's Jimmie Butterworth with your sled, Sunny Boy."

Ruth was not hurt, and neither was Sunny Boy. And tumbling off a sled
when you are coasting is rather fun if you do not get frightened.