A RUNAWAY SLED
For a moment Ted and Janet looked at their mother. Sometimes she told
them strange things, and she did it with such a serious face that they
could not always tell whether or not she was in earnest.
"Do you mean that the snow will come up over the top of the house so we
can't go out?" asked Teddy.
He remembered a picture his mother had once showed him of a lonely log
cabin in the woods, almost hidden under a big white drift, and beneath
the picture were the words: "Snowed in."
"If it comes up over the top of the house we can't ever get out till it
melts," went on Jan. "Will it happen that way, Mother? What fun!"
"Dandy!" cried Ted.
"Oh, indeed! Being snowed in isn't such fun as you may think," said
Mrs. Martin, and then the Curlytops knew their mother was now a little
bit in earnest at least.
"Of course," she went on, "the snow will hardly cover our house, as it
is much larger than the one in the picture I showed Teddy. But being
snowed in means that so much snow falls that the roads are covered, and
the piles, or drifts, of the white flakes may be high enough to come
over the lower doors and windows.
"When so much snow falls it is hard to get out. Even automobiles and
horses can not go along the roads, and it is then people are 'snowed
in.' They can not get out to buy things to eat, and unless they have
plenty in the house they may go hungry.
"That is what Grandpa Martin meant when he said we might be snowed in,
and why he warned us to get in a quantity of food to eat."
"But shall we really be snowed in, Mother?" asked Ted.
"I don't know, I'm sure. Grandpa was only telling us what the hermit
told him. Sometimes those old men who live in the woods and know much
about nature's secrets that other persons do not know, can foretell the
weather. And the snow has certainly come earlier this year than for a
long time back. I am afraid we shall have a hard winter, though whether
or not we shall be snowed in I cannot say."
"Well, if we're going to be snowed in let's go coasting now, Janet!"
suggested Ted to his sister.
"May we, Mother?" asked the little girl.
"Yes. But don't go on the big hill."
"No. We'll stay on the small one."
Teddy ran out of the room to get the sled.
"Me want to go on sled!" cried Baby William.
"Oh, Trouble! We can't take you!" said Jan.
"I wish you could," said Mrs. Martin. "He hasn't been out much to-day,
and I want to get him used to the cold weather. It will be good for him.
He loves the snow. Just give him a little ride and bring him back."
"All right," agreed Janet. "Come on, Trouble. I'll help you get your cap
and jacket on."
"Is he comin' with us?" demanded Ted, as he got his sled and Janet's
down out of the attic, where they had been stored all summer. "I'm not
goin' coasting with him!"
"Don't forget your 'g's,' Teddy," said his mother gently.
"Well, I don't want to take the baby coasting," and Teddy was careful,
this time, not to drop the last letter as he sometimes did from words
where it belonged. "Can't have any fun with him along!"
"I'll just give him a little ride," whispered Janet. "You boys will have
to make the hill smooth anyhow, and we girls can't have any fun till you
do that. So I'll ride Trouble up and down the street for a while."
"Oh, all right. And I'll take him coasting some other time," promised
Ted, a little bit ashamed of the fuss he had made. "We'll go on and get
the hill worn down nice and smooth."
It was still snowing, but not very hard, and the ground was now two or
three inches deep with the white flakes--enough to make good coasting
when it had been packed down smooth and hard on the hill which was not
far from the home of the Curlytops. There were two hills, the larger,
long one being farther away.
At first the runners of the two sleds were rusty, but Ted scraped them
with a piece of stone and they were soon worn smooth and shiny so they
would glide along easily.
Trouble was delighted at the chance of being taken out on his sister's
sled. Janet gave her little brother a nice ride up and down the
sidewalk, and then she ran and rode him swiftly to the house where her
mother took him up the steps. Trouble did not want to go in, and cried a
little, but his mother talked and laughed at him so that he soon smiled.
Mrs. Martin wanted Janet to have some fun with Teddy on the hill.
There were a number of boys and girls coasting when Janet reached the
place where her brother had gone. The hill had now been worn smooth and
the sleds shot swiftly down the hill.
"Come on, Janet!" cried her brother. "It's lots of fun! I'll give you a
push!"
Janet sat on her sled at the top of the hill, and Ted, with a little
running start, thrust her along the slope. Down went Janet, the wind
whistling in her ears.
"Look out the way! Here I come, too!" cried Ted behind her. "I'll race
you to the bottom!"
But Janet had a good start and Ted could not catch up to her, though he
did beat Tommie Wilson who had started at the same time the Curlytop lad
had.
With shouts and laughter the children coasted on the hill. At the bottom
they came to a stop on a level place, though some of the older boys gave
their sleds an extra push and then went on down another hilly street
that was a continuation of the first. At the foot of this street ran the
railroad and there was some danger that sleds going down the second hill
might cross the tracks. Of course, if there were no trains this would
have been all right. But one could never be certain when a train would
come, so most of the children were told never to go down the second
hill. They could not do it unless they pushed their sleds on purpose,
over the level place at the bottom of the first hill.
"I wouldn't want to ride down there," said Teddy, as he saw some of the
larger boys fasten their sleds together in a sort of "bob," and go down
the second hill together.
"No, this little hill is good enough," Janet replied.
She and Teddy, with their boy and girl friends had great sport coasting
on the snow. It was getting dusk, and some of the smaller children had
gone home.
"We'd better go, too," said Janet. "It's snowing again, Ted, and maybe
it will happen--what grandpa's letter said--we'll be snowed in."
"Well, I'm going to have one more coast," Teddy answered.
"I'll wait for you," returned his sister.
She saw her brother slide down the small hill and come to a stop on the
level place at the bottom. Then, before Ted could get off his sled, down
came a lot of the big boys, riding together on a bob.
"Look out the way!" they called to Teddy. "Look out the way! We're going
fast and we can't stop! We're going down the second hill! Look out the
way! Clear the track!"
But Teddy had no time to get out of the way. In another second, before
he could get up off his sled, the bob of the big boys crashed into him
and sent him over the level place and down the second hill.
Ted's sled was really running away with him, and down the dangerous
slope.
"Oh, Teddy! Teddy!" cried Janet when she saw what had happened. "Come
back! Come back!"
But Teddy could not come back. His sled was a runaway and could not be
stopped. Luckily Teddy had not been hurt when the big boys ran into him,
and he managed to stay on his sled. But he was going very fast down the
second hill.
"Oh, dear!" cried Janet, and down she ran after her brother.
I will take just a moment here to tell my new readers a little about the
Curlytops, so they may feel better acquainted with them. Those who have
read the first volume of this series may skip this part. That book is
entitled "The Curlytops at Cherry Farm," and tells of Janet and Ted's
summer vacation, which was spent at the home of Grandpa Martin. They
found a stray goat, which they named Nicknack, and they had many good
times with their pet. They also met a boy named Hal Chester, who was
being cured of lameness at a Home for Crippled Children, not far from
grandpa's house. Grandpa Martin had on his farm many cherry trees and
how the "lollypop" man helped turn the cherries into candy is told in
the book.
The second volume is called "The Curlytops on Star Island," and relates
the experiences of the two children, with Trouble and their mother,
when camping with grandpa on an island in Clover Lake. On the island Ted
and Janet saw a strange blue fire, though they did not learn what caused
it until after they had met a strange "tramp-man" who sometimes stayed
in a cave.
When their camping days on Star Island came to an end, the Curlytops
went back to their home in the town of Cresco, where Mr. Martin owned a
large store. And now we find them coasting down hill.
As for the children themselves, you have already been told their names.
Theodore and Janet they were, but more often they were called just Ted
and Jan. Baby William was generally called "Trouble," because he got in
so much of it. But Mother Martin usually called him "dear Trouble." He
often went with Jan and Ted when they rode with Nicknack, and Trouble
had adventures of his own. Besides Mr. and Mrs. Martin there was Nora,
the maid.
Grandpa Martin has been mentioned, and of course there was Grandma
Martin. They lived at Cherry Farm. Mrs. Martin's sister, Miss Josephine
Miller, lived in the city of Clayton.
Aunt Jo, as the children called her, owned, besides her city home, a
country place in Mt. Hope on Ruby Lake. She said she would some day
build a nice, new bungalow at the lake.
Another relative, of whom the Curlytops were fond, was Uncle Frank
Barton. He was really Mr. Martin's uncle, but Ted and Jan claimed him as
their own. He had a big ranch near Rockville, Montana, and the children
hoped to go there some day.
Besides their goat, Ted and Jan had a dog named Skyrocket and a cat
called Turnover, because she would lie down and roll over to get
something to eat. The dog's name was given him because he was always so
lively, running and jumping here, there and everywhere.
And now that you have learned more about the family, you will, perhaps,
wish to hear what was happening to Teddy.
Down the second hill he went on his runaway sled, very fast, for the bob
of the big boys had struck his coaster quite a blow. And the second hill
was much more slippery than the first, some of the boys having sprinkled
it with water, that had frozen into ice.
"Oh, dear!" thought poor Ted, as he went sliding down faster and faster.
"I'm afraid!"
And well he might be, for at the foot of the hill, where the railroad
crossed, he could now hear the puffing of an engine and the ringing of a
bell.
"Ted! Teddy! Come back! Stop!" cried Jan, as she ran down the hill. But
Teddy could neither stop nor come back just then.