"You had the nightmare," said Helen.
"Not a chance! But I went up two pounds and a half—or else the scales were crazy!"
"Girls!" exclaimed Ruth, suddenly. "Do you know it is snowing?"
"My! I never expected that," cried Helen, as a feathery flake lit upon the very point of her pretty nose. "Ow!"
"Well, we'd better go on, I guess," Ruth observed. "Put your best foot forward, please, Miss Jennie."
"I don't know which is my best foot now," complained the heavy girl. "They are both getting lame."
"We'll just have to make you sit down on the ice while we drag you," announced Helen, increasing the length of her stroke.
"Not much you won't!" exclaimed Jennie Stone, "I'm cold enough as it is."
"Shall we take off our skates and walk over the island, girls?" suggested Ruth. "That will save some time and more than a little work for Heavy."
"Don't worry about me," put in Jennie. "I need the exercise. And walking would be worse than skating, I do believe."