Mr. Horton knew Blake Garrison, Mrs. Baker's nephew, and he knew he was
careful and very fond of younger children. Blake was a senior in high
school and had a splendid sled. It was just like him to think of his
little cousins and to want to give them pleasure. So Sunny Boy was
allowed to go, and the other boys went with him. They had all started
to go coasting anyway, they explained to Mr. Horton, when they passed
Sunny Boy's house and Oliver told them about the snow man. Their
mothers would not worry, they said, if they came home by five o'clock.

"Hello, everybody!" said Blake Garrison, when the six small boys found
him at the top of Court Hill. Most of them knew him by sight and he,
it seemed, knew all their names. "I'm glad you didn't all go to
dancing school. Do you feel like a little coast?"

"Let me steer, Blake?" asked Harry Winn.

Blake and another boy, Fred Carr, who was with him, laughed.

"I'll do the steering, Harry," said Blake firmly. "You other
youngsters pile on where you please, but I'll keep Sunny Boy near me.
If he fell off we might lose him entirely, he's so little."

Sunny Boy smiled, but he did not say anything. He was having a
beautiful time. The six small boys got on the sled, and Blake and
three other high school friends of his got on, too. The big bob
started. Sunny Boy closed his eyes. My, how the wind whistled! How
the snow flew up and stung their faces! And how soon they came to the
bottom of the hill and shot across the little bridge that was at the
foot.