"What do you suppose your father will do?" asked Mollie of Grace, as they rode along in the big sled, for, out of consideration of Paddy's leg, they rode instead of walked. "I don't know," was the answer. "But I guess daddy has his plans all made." "I just hope that Alice Jallow sees how we come out ahead!" went on Mollie, half-vindictively. "Mollie!" reproached Betty, gently. "I don't care.