14/22 That is all I can write about our visit to Cousin Mattie's. I guess my worst adventure was two years ago when a whole lot of us were coasting on Uncle Rogers hill. Charlie Cowan and Fred Marr had started, but half-way down their sled got stuck and I run down to shove them off again. Then I stood there just a moment to watch them with my back to the top of the hill. His sled had a wooden tongue in it and it slanted back over the girls' heads. |