"From the creamery," said Sam, as his quick eyes saw the heavy milk
cans.
The man driving the sleigh called "Howdy!" and shook his whip at them
and Dot gasped and held on to Meg as Sam turned out for the other team.
The road was fairly well trampled in the center, but when it became
necessary for two vehicles to pass, they had to turn into the drifts.
The four little Blossoms felt their sleigh tilt alarmingly, but before
they had time to be frightened they were back on the level road again.
"Do--do sleighs ever tip over?" asked Dot anxiously.
"Oh, sometimes," Sam said cheerfully. "But if you are going to be
turned over in anything, Dot, always pick out a sleigh for the
accident; a motor car can pin you down and a railroad wreck is serious,
but when a sleigh turns over, you just slip out into the snow and
there's nothing to hurt you."
This sounded comforting, but the children agreed that they would rather
not be tipped over.
"I think we'll take this cross road over," said Sam, when they came to
a place where four roads met. "It may be a bit harder going and more
drifts to get through, but we'll save time at that."
"We don't have to save time, do we?" Bobby put in. "We're always
saving time, Sam--at least you are. And I think it would be fun to
drive as much as we want to, just once."
Sam laughed good-naturedly as he turned the horse into the road he had
chosen.
"You'd like a good time to last as long as possible, wouldn't you,
Bobby?" he said.
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