"Oh, dear! Can't we take it easy this evening?" whined Heavy, after
a mighty yawn. "I _was_ so hungry--"

"You shouldn't give way to that dreadful appetite of yours, Jennie
Stone!" cried Belle Tingley. "If there's any fun afoot I want to be
in it."

"Come on! All ready!" shouted the boys outside the house, and the
sextette of girls ran to get on their wraps.

They bundled out of the house to find Tom, Bob and Isadore each
drawing a long, flat, narrow toboggan. Helen clapped her hands and
shouted:

"Fine! fine! See these sleds, girls."

"We're going to shoot the chutes, Heavy," sang out Madge. "Do you
think you can stand it?"

"Now, don't any of you back out," Tom said. "Each of us will take
two girls on his sled. There's plenty of room."

"You'd better draw matches for us," said the irrepressible Heavy.
"That is, if you intend drawing _us_--two to each toboggan--to
the top of that slide. I never did care much for boys--they are
greedy; but which one of you could drag Madge and me, for instance,
up that hill?"

"We draw the line at that," cried Tom. "Those who can't toddle along