“Thawing!” cried Polly. “It will spoil the skating.”
“But it will take a lot to spoil the coasting,” said Artie. “Let’s go this afternoon.”
Mr. and Mrs. Williamson were expected back on New Year’s Day, early in the morning, so Fred and Margy were still staying with the Marleys.
As soon as lunch was over, they got the sleds out and set off for the hill.
“Gee, when it begins to melt, it sure does start!” observed Ward.
Little rivers of water were running off the roofs and householders were out opening the gutters.
“It’s the January thaw,” said Margy, wisely.
“It isn’t January till to-morrow,” retorted Jess.
“Does it always thaw in January?” asked Artie, athirst for information.
“Yes, of course,” said Margy. “Some time in January it will thaw. Always. Mattie Helms told me.”