AN ODD ADVENTURE
Six inches or more of snow had fallen. It was feathery and packed well under the snowshoes. The girls sank about two inches into the fleecy mass and there the shoes made a complete bed for themselves and the weight of their wearers.
"You know what I'd love to do this winter?" said Helen, as they trudged on.
"What, my dear?" asked Ruth, who seemed much distraught.
"I'd like to try skiing. The slope of College Hill would be just splendiferous for that! Away from the observatory to the lake—and then some!"
"We'll start a skiing club among the freshies," Ruth said, warmly accepting the idea. "Wonder nobody has thought of it before."
"Ardmore hasn't waked up yet to all its possibilities," said Helen, demurely. "But this umpty-umph class of freshmen will show the college a thing or two before we pass from out its scholastic halls."
"Question!" cried Ruth, laughing. Then: "There! you can see that light again."
"Goodness! You're never going over to that island?" cried Helen.
"What did we come out for?" asked Ruth. "And scamp our study hour?"