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Eric isn’t such a sadistic guide, after all.”
“He certainly is very good-looking,” Di sighed.
“You would think so,” said Mart jealously. Pointing" to his short blond hair, he muttered to Brian and Jim, “Maybe I should grow wild curls myself. They seem to drive the ladies mad.”
“Don’t you dare!” cried Di. “We like you just the way you are. You’re a real individual, Mart.”
“Good-bye, wild curls—hello, Di,” Mart said happily. “Anyway, curls would cause too much of a resemblance to my beloved sibling Beatrix, which would be a catastrophe. Speaking of which”—he turned to Trixie—“I saw you eyeing Eric before the ski lesson, and you had that schoolgirl shamus look on your face. What’s up?”
“I don’t know, dear twin,” answered Trixie, tossing her own sandy curls. “I’d ask your advice if you were good for anything but getting haircuts. Eric seems awfully nice, but there’s just something about him....”
“I thought it was sweet, the way he was worrying about his mother just because she got called away on business and didn’t have time to phone him personally,” said Honey, brushing the snow off her pants.
Trixie didn’t say anything more as they set off along the small knolls on the top of the mountain ridge. As she slid into the easy rhythm of skiing, she was too fascinated with exploring this hidden trail to think any more about Eric. She was content to enjoy being part of the beauty and stillness of nature. She felt that she fully understood what cross-country skiing was all about.
The others seemed to share her feeling, and they skied along in silence for quite some time, as though the sound of their voices might knock the snow from off the branches.
Eventually Honey remarked, “I feel just like Lewis or Clark, setting off to chart lands far away from civilization. It’s all so gorgeous and quiet. It’s as though we’re the only people in the world.”
“It certainly seems that way,” agreed Trixie, “but look way over on the side of that hill across the gully.” She pointed with her ski pole. “There’s a little house hidden in the trees.”
The group halted in their tracks. “I see it,” said Brian. “It’s probably a way station or survival cabin, or maybe even a ski patrol hut.”
“I doubt it,” said Jim. “There wouldn’t be enough people traveling through here to make use of those things. It could be a mountain man’s abandoned cabin.”
“You guys have no imagination,” Mart said mischievously. “It’s obviously an old prospector’s hideaway. It’s full of gold just waiting for Trixie to come along and rediscover it and make us all rich.”
Trixie playfully grabbed a handful of snow and tossed it at Mart. Then she was silent for a few minutes. Finally she announced, “You know, that cabin would be a good hiding place so far back in the woods. I think we ought to go over and explore it.”
“I’ve created a monster,” Mart groaned.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Trixie,” Brian chided her. “Besides, it must be almost time we head back for the lodge,’ Honey said reasonably. “We want to be out of the woods before it gets dark.”
“And Vermont is farther north than Sleepyside, so it will get dark sooner,” Jim reminded her.
“Oh, I suppose you’re right,” said Trixie, disappointed. “But it seems like every time I want to explore something mysterious, all of you vote me down. Doesn’t being the Bob-White president count for anything?” she asked plaintively.
“Copresident,” Jim corrected her. “And no, it doesn’t count for anything, at least in this instance. Besides, there’s nothing mysterious about an old cabin in the woods. They’re all over the countryside.”
Feeling very frustrated, Trixie lifted her ski to lead the way back down the trail. Too late she discovered she’d been standing on that ski with her other ski. Losing her balance, she plunged headlong into a snowdrift.
She heard some
“He certainly is very good-looking,” Di sighed.
“You would think so,” said Mart jealously. Pointing" to his short blond hair, he muttered to Brian and Jim, “Maybe I should grow wild curls myself. They seem to drive the ladies mad.”
“Don’t you dare!” cried Di. “We like you just the way you are. You’re a real individual, Mart.”
“Good-bye, wild curls—hello, Di,” Mart said happily. “Anyway, curls would cause too much of a resemblance to my beloved sibling Beatrix, which would be a catastrophe. Speaking of which”—he turned to Trixie—“I saw you eyeing Eric before the ski lesson, and you had that schoolgirl shamus look on your face. What’s up?”
“I don’t know, dear twin,” answered Trixie, tossing her own sandy curls. “I’d ask your advice if you were good for anything but getting haircuts. Eric seems awfully nice, but there’s just something about him....”
“I thought it was sweet, the way he was worrying about his mother just because she got called away on business and didn’t have time to phone him personally,” said Honey, brushing the snow off her pants.
Trixie didn’t say anything more as they set off along the small knolls on the top of the mountain ridge. As she slid into the easy rhythm of skiing, she was too fascinated with exploring this hidden trail to think any more about Eric. She was content to enjoy being part of the beauty and stillness of nature. She felt that she fully understood what cross-country skiing was all about.
The others seemed to share her feeling, and they skied along in silence for quite some time, as though the sound of their voices might knock the snow from off the branches.
Eventually Honey remarked, “I feel just like Lewis or Clark, setting off to chart lands far away from civilization. It’s all so gorgeous and quiet. It’s as though we’re the only people in the world.”
“It certainly seems that way,” agreed Trixie, “but look way over on the side of that hill across the gully.” She pointed with her ski pole. “There’s a little house hidden in the trees.”
The group halted in their tracks. “I see it,” said Brian. “It’s probably a way station or survival cabin, or maybe even a ski patrol hut.”
“I doubt it,” said Jim. “There wouldn’t be enough people traveling through here to make use of those things. It could be a mountain man’s abandoned cabin.”
“You guys have no imagination,” Mart said mischievously. “It’s obviously an old prospector’s hideaway. It’s full of gold just waiting for Trixie to come along and rediscover it and make us all rich.”
Trixie playfully grabbed a handful of snow and tossed it at Mart. Then she was silent for a few minutes. Finally she announced, “You know, that cabin would be a good hiding place so far back in the woods. I think we ought to go over and explore it.”
“I’ve created a monster,” Mart groaned.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Trixie,” Brian chided her. “Besides, it must be almost time we head back for the lodge,’ Honey said reasonably. “We want to be out of the woods before it gets dark.”
“And Vermont is farther north than Sleepyside, so it will get dark sooner,” Jim reminded her.
“Oh, I suppose you’re right,” said Trixie, disappointed. “But it seems like every time I want to explore something mysterious, all of you vote me down. Doesn’t being the Bob-White president count for anything?” she asked plaintively.
“Copresident,” Jim corrected her. “And no, it doesn’t count for anything, at least in this instance. Besides, there’s nothing mysterious about an old cabin in the woods. They’re all over the countryside.”
Feeling very frustrated, Trixie lifted her ski to lead the way back down the trail. Too late she discovered she’d been standing on that ski with her other ski. Losing her balance, she plunged headlong into a snowdrift.
She heard some
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