But Billy was not the only one to sit down in like fashion, poor Sarah being especially active in that line. Indeed, Kitty declared it made her positively dizzy, trying to decide whether Sarah was going down, or getting up.
“I—I’ve never had on roller skates before,” Sarah explained rather breathlessly, and the look in her eyes seemed to imply that she hoped never to have them on again.
“‘LADIES’ DAY AT THE TRENT RINK’ PROVED A THOROUGH SUCCESS.”
“But it’s fun—isn’t it?” Blue Bonnet caught her enthusiastically about the waist. “To think that, if it hadn’t been for Alec, we girls would have been sitting poked up over our work!”
This time, Sarah’s look implied that in her opinion there were worse ways of passing an afternoon than sitting comfortably around a bright fire with one’s sewing.
“I—” she began, then went down, taking Blue Bonnet with her.
“That’s right!” Kitty called, “just sit down together and talk it over,” and promptly followed their example, thanks to a gentle shove from Billy Slade.
But if there were frequent tumbles, there were no serious ones; as Debby put it, they fell to rise again.