“Isn’t it pretty!” Susy cried—“We never dreamed of anything like this!”
“Ladies’ Day at the new Trent Rink!” Boyd said. “We have made rather a tidy job of it, haven’t we?—considering what short notice we had.”
“Step this way, ladies—for your skates!” Billy Slade cried, from the corner where the table stood piled with skates.
“We’re all here now—so the party can begin,” Alec agreed.
“Just we girls and a boy apiece,” Debby was counting heads.
“But,” Blue Bonnet questioned, as Alec fastened her skates for her, “whatever made you think of it?”
“It was pretty well up to me to think of something—mighty quick; and I had an inward conviction that what you wanted was something with more or less movement to it.”
“One thing,” Billy Slade announced, one eye on Kitty,—“if anybody should dare anybody to go to the end of the pond, they could get back all right before—”
“Billy’s thinking of his supper already!” Kitty cut in; at which Billy, who certainly had a weakness in that direction, colored hotly, and immediately after, by way of adding to his ease of mind, sat down with more abruptness than grace.
“You don’t mean to say that you’re too faint to stand!” Kitty held out a mocking hand.