“Oh, the snow! I long for it,” cried Adele clasping her hands.
“It is nice,” said Jessie. “I like to slide on the ice, too, even when it isn’t snowy. We can often go out on the little pond when the ice is thick. It is rather fun to be out in the cold at any time, for you feel so good when you come in.”
“I shall get Miss Eloise to let me walk home with you sometimes,” said Adele, “because you will have to come by yourself in the morning, and it wouldn’t be fair for you to walk both ways alone. Does the brook freeze over?”
“Sometimes,” Jessie told her, “and then we can cross on the ice. I’d rather go that way always, for it is shorter than to go around by the road, but I suppose I can’t in very bad weather.”
“What will you do about Polly when it gets cold?” asked Adele.
“Oh, I can always see her except when there is deep snow.”
“And the grotto?”
“I’ll have to cover it up with brush and it will be there in the spring. Why did you tell my secret, Adele?”
“Because I don’t like Polly. I didn’t tell about the grotto, did I? and I think Polly is ugly. I wish you didn’t like her.”
“Anyhow, she never tells things I don’t want her to,” said Jessie severely.