't do it again, and I'll wipe your neck
with my handkerchief."

"Well, maybe I won't tell if you don't do it again," promised Janet,
while her brother got out his pocket handkerchief.

"Ouch! Oh!" cried Janet, as Teddy started to dry her neck. "Your
handkerchief's all wet! It's got a lot of snow on it! Let me alone!" and
she pushed him away.

"Wet? My handkerchief wet?" asked Ted. "So it is!" he exclaimed. "I
guess some snow must have got in my pocket. I'll use yours, Jan."

"No, I don't want you to. I'll wipe my own neck. You let me alone!"

Jan was laughing; she did not really care that Ted had washed her face,
and she soon had her neck quite dry. Then the two Curlytops hurried on
to school.

The street was filled with children now, all going to the same place.
Some paused to make a slide on the sidewalk, and others took turns
running and then gliding along the slippery place.

"Oh, here's a dandy one!" called Tommie Wilson, who lived not far from
Teddy Martin. The two boys saw a long smooth place on the sidewalk in
front of them, where some early school children had made a slide.

"Come on!" cried Tommie, taking a run.

"Come on!" yelled Teddy.

One before the other they went down the sidewalk slide.

"Look out for me!" called Janet and she, too, took a running start.

But alas for the children. Near the end of the slide one of Tommie's
feet slid the wrong way and after he had tried, by waving his arms, to
keep upright, down he went in a heap.

"Get out the way!" cried Teddy. But Tommie had no time, and right into
him slid Ted, falling down on top of his chum, while Jan, not able to
stop, crashed into her brother and then sat down on the slide with a
bump. All three were in a heap.

"Oh, Tommie Wilson!" cried Janet, looking at her books which had fallen
out of her strap. "See what you did!"

"I couldn't help it!"

"You could so! You tripped on purpose to make me fall!"

"I did not, Janet Martin."

"No, it wasn't Tommie's fault," declared Teddy. "He couldn't help it.
Are you hurt Jan?"

"No--not much--but look at my books."

"I'll pick 'em up for you," offered Tommie, and he did, brushing off the
snow. Then he helped Janet to get up, and she began to laugh. After all
it was only fun to fall on a slippery slide.

"There goes the bell!" cried Teddy, when he had helped brush the snow
off his sister's skirt.

"One more slide!" exclaimed Tommie.

"I'm going to have one, too!" called Teddy.