“Well, aren’t those girls ever going to start?” snapped the tall girl, richly dressed in furs, who had come up with a party of chums and a very handsome “bob.”

Professor Krenner was quite used to Linda’s over-bearing ways, and so were her fellow-pupils.  They made the rich and purse-proud girl no more beloved by her mates.  But she could always gather about her a few satellites—­girls who felt proud to be counted the intimates of the daughter of a railroad president, and who enjoyed Linda Riggs’ bounty.

Not that there were many girls at Lakeview Hall whose parents and guardians were not well off.  The school was a very exclusive school.  Its course of instruction prepared the girls for college, or gave them a “finish” for entrance upon their social duties, if they did not elect to attend a higher institution of learning.

On this occasion Professor Krenner paid no further attention to Linda Riggs.  Walter Mason had already taken his place on his sister’s sled at the steering wheel in front, with his boots on the footrests.  His sister got on directly behind him and took hold of his belt.  Behind her Nan, Bess, little, fair-haired Lillie Nevins, who was Grace’s particular chum, and who had ridden over on the sled from the Hall, Amelia Boggs, the homely girl, and Laura Polk, the red-haired, sat in the order named.  There were rope “hand-holds” for all; but Grace preferred to cling to her brother.  The first trip down the hill was always a trial to timid Grace Mason.

“All ready?” queried Walter, firmly gripping the wheel.

“Let her go!” cried Laura, hilariously.

“And do give somebody else a chance!” exclaimed Linda.

Professor Krenner’s watch was in his hand.  “Go!” he shouted, and as the red-haired girl’s heels struck into the hard snow to start the creaking runners, the old gentleman put the bugle to his lips again and blew another fanfare.

“We’re off!” squealed Bess, as the bobsled slipped over the brow of the descent and started down the slippery slide with a rush.

Fifty feet below the brink of the hill a slight curve in the slide around a thick clump of evergreens hid the sled from the group at the top.  They could hear only the delighted screams of the girls until, with a loud ring of metal on crystal, the runners clashed upon the ice and the bobsled darted into view again upon the frozen strait.

The first bobsled ran almost to the Isle of Hope before it stopped.  By that time Professor Krenner had started the second one, and the impatient Linda was clamoring for what she called her “rights.”

“We’ll show ’em how to speed a bobsled, if you’ll give us a chance,” she complained.  “That thing of the Mason’s didn’t get to the island.  We’ll show ’em!”

Nan Sherwood and her friends piled off the first sled upon the ice with great delight and much hilarity.

“I declare!” gasped Laura.  “I left my breath at the top of the hill.  O-o-o!  What a ride!”