Excerpt: ...which, in the town of Oakdale, would be unique, but it required much work and practice to perfect it. In the meantime Nora OMalley had decided to entertain her friends at a bobbing party to start the Christmas holidays. And it was at this party that Miriam seized her first opportunity to make trouble. "Anne, you are learned in many things, but not in outdoor fun," said Grace as the young people in mufflers and sweaters started to climb the long hill where the coasting was best. "Do you mean to say you have never been coasting, Anne?" demanded David. "Im afraid Ill have to admit it," replied Anne. "To tell the truth, I never did have any fun, except reading, until I started in the High School and met all of you. You see, little city children are denied all these nice things unless they go to the parks, but its no fun going alone." "Well, you wont be alone now," said Hippy Wingate. "There are four to a sled, and well put you in the middle to keep you from getting lost in the snow." "Look out, here comes some one " called Grace, just as a small sled shot past them like a flash, with a laugh and a cheer from its occupants, Miriam and Reddy Brooks. "They ought not to have done that," exclaimed David. "We couldnt see them over the knob of the hill and they might have run us down." By this time they had reached the top of the hill, and Annes heart bounded at the sight of the long, white track made by the sled which had just passed them and disappeared far below across a flat meadow now smooth and hard as a table top. "Dont be frightened, Anne," said David, who sat behind her on the sled. He pinioned her arms with his own and with a wild whoop the four young people skimmed down the hill. There was no time to be frightened, no time even to think, as they shot through the fine bracing air like a ball from a cannon. Before they knew it, they were landed at the bottom. "O Hippy," cried Grace, her cheeks glowing like winter berries, "I feel as if I...