The snow was deep, and often I joined the village children on their bobsleds.

I made father ride down once.

He grumbled about making a fool of himself.

After the first slide, I couldn't keep him off the hill.

He wants to go to St.Moritz next winter." She laughed joyously.
"I shall take the Arctic trip," he said to himself irrelevantly.
"Let us go and pick some apple blossoms.