"Sure, if you do. But that's mostly for summer. Come on, let's skate round a couple of times, and then go for the tea place."
It was good fun skating with Ted, and, as Dolly told him, he reminded her a little of her friend, Tad Brown.
"Any kin of Muriel's?"
"No, a boy in Berwick. He has a twin brother, Tod."
"Great names! Tadpole and Toddlekins, in full, I suppose."
"They are called those sometimes. Oh, Mrs. Graham is beckoning to us.
We must go."
They joined Mrs. Graham, who was their chaperon, and she marshalled her crowd of young people to the tea room.
At last Muriel Brown found a chance to talk to our girls.
"We seem like old friends," she said, gaily. "Isn't the ice fine to-day? Are you going to the dance to-night? What? Not invited? That can easily be remedied. I say, Sam, don't you want these four angel children at your party?"
"'Deed I do!" and Sam Graves beamed broadly, "I didn't dare ask them myself,—meant to get you to do it. Coax 'em, Muriel. Make 'em say yes."