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""Smooth as glass!" ejaculated Nan Sherwood, as she came in sight of Pendragon Hill and noted the gleaming stretch of snow and ice that ran down to the very edge of Lake Huron. "And you're the girl that said coasting time would never, never come," laughed her chum, Bess Harley, who was walking beside her with her hand on a rope attached to a bobsled that four girls were drawing."

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"Smooth as glass!" ejaculated Nan Sherwood, as she came in sight of Pendragon Hill and noted the gleaming stretch of snow and ice that ran down to the very edge of Lake Huron. "And you're the girl that said coasting time would never, never come," laughed her chum, Bess Harley, who was walking beside her with her hand on a rope attached to a bobsled that four girls were drawing. "Never is a long word," admitted Nan. "I didn't quite mean that; but the weather's been so mild up to now that I was getting desperate." "Nan registering desperation," put in Laura Polk, she of the red hair and irrepressible spirits. Laura struck an attitude of mock desperation, but the effect was marred when her foot slipped and she went down with a thump. Her laughing mates helped her to her feet and brushed the snow off her dress. "The wicked stand on slippery places," quoted Grace Mason mischievously. "Yes," Laura came back, as quick as a flash, "I see that they do, but I can't." The shout of laughter that followed atoned somewhat for her loss of dignity-although she had not lost much, for Laura and dignity were hardly on speaking terms.

Nan Sherwood at Rose Ranch is the fourth book in the Nan Sherwood series and was first published in 1919. The other titles in the series include, in order of pubblication: Nan Sherwood at Pine Camp, Nan Sherwood at Lakeview Hall, Nan Sherwood's Winter Holidays, Nan Sherwood at Palm Beach, Nan Sherwood's Summer Holidays, and Nan Sherwood on the Mexican Border.

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Nan Sherwood's Summer Holidays was published in 1936. It is the sixth books in the series of Nan Sherwood stories, which, in addition to this title, includes, in order of pubblication: Nan Sherwood at Pine Camp, Nan Sherwood at Lakeview Hall, Nan Sherwood's Winter Holidays, Nan Sherwood at Rose Ranch, Nan Sherwood at Palm Beach, and Nan Sherwood on the Mexican Border.

"[...] "Too close to be comfortable, though," murmured Nan, as her eyes measured the distance. "Well, a miss is as good as a mile," declared Rhoda. "We're all right so far, as the man said as he was passing the second floor after falling seventeen stories," put in Laura. "Let's get every ounce out of the Silver Arrow on the next try," adjured Grace, as, after having taken off their skates, they were trudging up the hill. By the time they reached the top, most of the other sleds had been sent off and they had not long to wait.[...]".

Nan Sherwood's Winter Holidays was first published in 1916. It is the third adventure in the Nan Sherwood series. The other titles in the series include, in order of pubblication: Nan Sherwood at Pine Camp, Nan Sherwood at Lakeview Hall, Nan Sherwood at Rose Ranch, Nan Sherwood at Palm Beach, Nan Sherwood's Summer Holidays, and Nan Sherwood on the Mexican Border.

"Oh, look there, Nan!" cried Bess Harley suddenly, as they turned into High Street from the avenue on which Tillbury's high school was situated. "Look where?" queried Nan Sherwood promptly. "Up in the air, down on the ground or all around?" and she carried out her speech in action, finally spinning about on one foot in a manner to shock the more staid Elizabeth. "Oh, Nan!" "Oh, Bess!" mocked her friend. She was a rosy-cheeked, brown-eyed girl, with fly-away hair, a blue tam-o'-shanter set jauntily upon it, and a strong, plump body that she had great difficulty in keeping still enough in school to satisfy her teachers. "Do behave, Nan," begged Bess. "We're on the public street." "How awful!" proclaimed Nan Sherwood, making big eyes at her chum. "Why folks know we're only high-school girls, so, of course, we're crazy! Otherwise we wouldn't BE high-school girls." "Nonsense!" cried Bess, interrupting. "Do be reasonable, Nan. And look yonder! What do you suppose that crowd is at the big gate of the Atwater Mills?"