Besides, it was Saturday morning, study hour was over, and the rest of the glorious day was free, yet, despite all these blessings, Betty was bored.
Polly and Lois, who were among the laughing
group of girls on the ice, separated themselves from the rest and skated over to her.
“What’s the matter, Bet, why aren’t you skating?” questioned Lois.
Betty pulled off a strip of bark from the tree, broke it up into little pieces and threw them one by one into the pond.
“What’s the use?” she answered. “I’m sick to death of going round and round and round again on this silly pond, stumbling every minute over some girl that doesn’t know how to skate.”
Polly and Lois exchanged glances.
“Why, Betty, you’re positively peevish; what side of the bed did you get out of?” Polly laughed.
“Perhaps I am; anyhow, I’m sick of this. Why can’t we skate on the river where there’s more room?”
“I suppose we could, if we got enough girls together, found a chaperone and got permission,” said Lois slowly.