The Mystery off Glen Road

chattered her teeth at him. “Thanks to you, I’m soaked to the skin. If I’d known you were going to be so uncouth, I’d have worn my ski pants instead of jeans. Now I’ll have to go home to change. And I’ll get that ring, too, Jim Frayne, and give it back to you. I wouldn’t be caught dead with it.”
    “Before you do anything,” Ben insisted, “tell me the story of the ring. I’m dying of curiosity.”
    “If you’ll get me out of this snowbank and these snowshoes,” Di said, “I’ll tell you the story, but only over a cup of hot chocolate.”
    Trixie started off toward the path that led down to the hollow, but Honey grabbed her arm. “Oh, don’t go home,” she begged. “I’ve got a darling snowsuit that will just fit you.” She added to Jim, “Let’s all go in and have some hot chocolate.”
    “Suits me.” He bent over to untie the thongs on Honey’s snowshoes. “Hot chocolate, indeed! I wonder how long it will be before Trixie gets us all in hot water again.”
    Trixie scooped up a handful of the melting snow. “How would you like some icy water down your neck right now?” she asked in a threatening tone of voice. But deep down inside she asked herself a different question: Was another adventure waiting around the corner for them? Trixie sighed happily and sincerely hoped so.