Chapter 21

The laughing young woman straightened her hat and brushed the snow off her skirt. “Fancy a go with our toboggan? Archie and Bill won’t mind, will you, chaps?”

“Not in the least,” one of them said cheerfully. “In fact, I, for one, could do with a breather.”

“Need a hand getting it up the slope?” the other asked, eyeing Matthew’s empty sleeve.

“No, thank you,” George answered. “We can manage. If you’re sure you don’t mind?”

“No, please, be our guests. But watch out—it pulls to the left. I’ve got snow down the back of my sweater,” he added plaintively, jumping up and down in what George presumed was an attempt to dislodge it.

“And my stockings are soaked through,” the girl added, screwing up her face in comical dismay. “You two have at it.”

“Right,” Matthew said decisively. “Race you to the top of the hill!”

He set off at a run. “Not fair,” George shouted, scrambling after him. “I’ve got the toboggan.”