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A Lucky Spill

jglLLY had his cousin Amy staying with him. They were looking out at the snow. "Would you two like to have a toboggan?" asked Billy's father, "I believe 1 could make one with that wood I bought at the sale." "A toboggan! How lovely!" cried Billy. "Do let us help you to make it, daddy?" That afternoon the snow lay hard and crisp. It was freezing too, as the cousins tugged their home-made toboggan to the top of the downs. Their cheeks shone like rosy apples. "Where is Peter Hemmings, Billy?" asked Amy, as they stood panting for breath. "You said he would be here."

"Here he comes," her cousin cried, pointing to the foot of the slope. ! "What a huge basket! He must have been shopping for his mother." "Hurry up, Peter," shouted Amy, with her hands cupped round her mouth. Peter dumped his basket in the snow and, putting and blowing, scrambled to their side. Billy tried the toboggan first to be quite sure it was safe. It slid beautifully over the crisp snow. Billy held the reins tight and shouted his loudest. it was -great fun. Then It was Amy's turn, and then Peter's. After that they sometimes took it in turns, and sometimes rode two at a time. Once they all three squeezed on the toboggan together. The toboggan turned right over that time, but no one was hurt. "Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" cried Peter smldenlv. "I have lost mummie's shop-

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pine list with two half-crowns wrapped m it!" "We thought you had done your shopping," Amy said. She helped Peter to search his pockets ami look up and down the toboggan tracks. Not a sign of it was to be seen. "1 must tell niummie," Peter said tearfully, as he hurried down to his basket." "She will be cross." "I'll have just one more ride," cried Billy, from the top of the downs. "Out of the way, you two." Faster and faster came Billy, his e3*es shining with excitement. Suddenly the toboggan jerked, then turned a somersault, and Billy shot head first into the snow. "We turned over just here before, he laughed, kicking at the snow. "Oil, look, it's this big stone poking up!" He pulled at it. Then he noticed something else. The shopping list and money!

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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22729, 15 May 1937, Page 8 (Supplement)

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A Lucky Spill New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22729, 15 May 1937, Page 8 (Supplement)

A Lucky Spill New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22729, 15 May 1937, Page 8 (Supplement)