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"Yes, we use snow-shoes a good deal in the mountains in winter." Gordon hesitated a moment. Then,
"I don't suppose you're going to stay in Quebec," he observed anxiously.
"I expect to be there over Christmas, at least."
"Really? Then—then would you show me about snow-shoeing, sir? I never could do it right."
"I'll show you what I know," said Wade, "if you'll initiate me into the mysteries of tobogganing."
"You bet! Haven't you ever done any of that? Gee, it's the best fun there is! Trask says they have a slide right outside the hotel, but maybe he's lying. I'm going skeeing, too. Ever try that, sir?"
Wade owned that he hadn't.
"Neither have I. But they say it's lots of sport. Guess the first thing I'll have to do is to buy some things; snow-shoes, skees, maybe a toboggan, but I guess Prue's going to give me one for Christmas. Say, we're
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