He held Patty’s scarlet coat for her while she slipped in her arms.
Then he disappeared for a moment, and returned wearing a dark red sweater, which was very becoming to his athletic figure and broad shoulders.
“Come on, Girl,” he said, gathering up their skates, and off they started.
“It’s nearly half a mile to the lake. Are you good for that much walk?” Ferris asked, as they swung along at a brisk pace.
“Oh, yes, indeed, I like to walk; and I like to skate, but I like best of all to dance.”
“I should think you would,—you’re a ripping dancer. You know, to-night we’ll have ‘Sir Roger de Coverley’ and old-fashioned dances like that. You like them?”
“Yes, for a change; but I like the new ones best. Are we going to have any dressing up to-night? I do love dressing up.”
“Glad rags, do you mean?”
“No; I mean fancy costumes.”
“Oh, that. Well, old Jim’s going to be Santa Claus. I don’t think anybody else will wear uncivilised clothes.”