you know it. It's downhill, and the horses are anxious to get to their
warm stable."

And this seemed to be true, for the animals, with the jingling bells
around them, raced bravely along. Mun Bun and Margy fell asleep almost
at once, it was so warm and cosy in Grandpa's sled. But the other
children peered out now and then from beneath the robes. However, they
were soon glad to pull their heads in again, for it was very cold.

The drive, too, was longer than Grandpa Ford thought it would be, as one
of the roads was so blocked with a drift that the sled could not get
through, and they had to drive around it.

"But we'll get through!" said Grandpa Ford.

On and on they went. It was a long, cold ride, but it came to an end at
last. Russ, peering up over a blanket, saw, down the road, a large,
black patch, and from it a light seemed to glow.

"Is that another railroad station?" he asked.

"No, that's Great Hedge," answered Grandpa Ford. "The black part you see
is the hedge around the house, and the light comes from a lantern I
have outside. Here we are at Great Hedge at last!"

The sled turned into a driveway and stopped beneath a sort of covered
porch.

"Whoa!" called Dick to the horses.