"How's it going?"
"Better."
"Well, come on and let's go. Is Aunt Colette coming over?"
"I don't know."
"Well, come on, Flip," Paul said impatiently. "I want to see how much
you've improved."
They went out, Ariel rushing madly about them, digging up the snow,
running and jumping against them, until Paul had to send him in.
Paul was visibly impressed with Flip's progress, and when Madame
Perceval appeared on skis, Paul flew over to her in great excitement.
"Flip's a natural born skier, Aunt Colette!" he cried. "She's
magnificent!"
Madame Perceval smiled at Paul and held out her hand to Flip. "Let's
see what you've accomplished, little one."
She, too, was impressed. "You must have been working hard!" she said.
"We'll have you doing Christianas and all sorts of things in no time."
"Oh, Madame, do you really think so?"
"Just keep up the practicing, Flip, as you've been doing, and I'm sure
of it."
"She'll be quite a shock to everybody at the ski meet, won't she?" Paul
asked.