Nan Sherwoods Winter Holidays | Page 2

flared back. "Don't be afraid, Laura."
"That may be," said Laura Polk, "but I don't want Linda Riggs and her
crowd right on top of us. They're so mean. They came near running into
us the other day."
"But the professor called 'em down for it," said the fourth girl dragging
the bobsled, who was a big, good-natured looking girl with a mouthful
of big white teeth and a rather vacuous expression of countenance when
she was not speaking.
"He ought to send Linda Riggs and her friends down first," Nan

Sherwood suggested.
"No, ma'am!" said Bess Harley, shrilly.
"We're here ahead of 'em all. We can go first, can't we, Professor
Krenner?"
"Certainly, my dear," responded the professor. "Look over the sled,
Walter, and see that it is all right."
The handsome sled was almost new and there could be nothing the
matter with it, Walter was sure. Other parties of girls from the Hall,
dragging bobsleds, were appearing now. They were all the bigger girls
of the school, for the younger ones, or "primes," as they were
designated, had their own particular hill to slide on, nearer the Hall.
Dr. Beulah Prescott, principal of Lakeview Hall, believed in
out-of-door sports for her girls; but they were not allowed to indulge in
coasting or sleighing or skating or any other sport, unattended.
Professor Krenner had general oversight of the coasting on Pendragon
Hill, because he lived in a queerly furnished cabin at the foot of it and
on the shore of the lake.
He marshalled the sleds in line now and took out his watch. "Three
minutes apart remember, young ladies," he said. "Are you going with
your sister's sled, Walter?"
"This first time," said the boy, laughing. "Grace won't slide if I don't,
although Nan knows how to steer just as well as I do."
"Of course she does," said Bess, with assurance. "We don't need a boy
around," she added saucily.
"They're very handy animals to have at times," said the professor, drily.
"Wait a bit, Miss Riggs!" he added sharply. "First come, first served, if
you please. You are number three. Wait your turn."
"Well, aren't those girls ever going to start?" snapped the tall girl, richly

dressed in furs, who had come up with a party of chums and a very
handsome "bob."
Professor Krenner was quite used to Linda's over-bearing ways, and so
were her fellow-pupils. They made the rich and purse-proud girl no
more beloved by her mates. But she could always gather about her a
few satellites--girls who felt proud to be counted the intimates of the
daughter of a railroad president, and who enjoyed Linda Riggs' bounty.
Not that there were many girls at Lakeview Hall whose parents and
guardians were not well off. The school was a very exclusive school.
Its course of instruction prepared the girls for college, or gave them a
"finish" for entrance upon their social duties, if they did not elect to
attend a higher institution of learning.
On this occasion Professor Krenner paid no further attention to Linda
Riggs. Walter Mason had already taken his place on his sister's sled at
the steering wheel in front, with his boots on the footrests. His sister
got on directly behind him and took hold of his belt. Behind her Nan,
Bess, little, fair-haired Lillie Nevins, who was Grace's particular chum,
and who had ridden over on the sled from the Hall, Amelia Boggs, the
homely girl, and Laura Polk, the red-haired, sat in the order named.
There were rope "hand-holds" for all; but Grace preferred to cling to
her brother. The first trip down the hill was always a trial to timid
Grace Mason.
"All ready?" queried Walter, firmly gripping the wheel.
"Let her go!" cried Laura, hilariously.
"And do give somebody else a chance!" exclaimed Linda.
Professor Krenner's watch was in his hand. "Go!" he shouted, and as
the red-haired girl's heels struck into the hard snow to start the creaking
runners, the old gentleman put the bugle to his lips again and blew
another fanfare.
"We're off!" squealed Bess, as the bobsled slipped over the brow of the

descent and started down the slippery slide with a rush.
Fifty feet below the brink of the hill a slight curve in the slide around a
thick clump of evergreens hid the sled from the group at the top. They
could hear only the delighted screams of the girls until, with a loud ring
of metal on crystal, the runners clashed upon the ice and the bobsled
darted into view again upon the frozen strait.
The first bobsled ran almost to the Isle of Hope before it stopped. By
that time Professor Krenner had started the second one, and the
impatient Linda was clamoring for what she called her "rights."