“Does she skate?” inquired Angela.
“She used to, but she said she didn’t think she would today. She’s going to take a book along.”
“We’ll build her a fire,” said Lois.
“Out of the wind,” added Polly.
“Let’s take a steamer rug,” Betty said, not to be outdone, and the rest added other suggestions.
The plans that had been offered earlier in the morning for the utter obliteration of the Spartan were now converted into plans for the ease and comfort of Mrs. Baird.
At three o’clock every one was ready to start, the girls armed with skates and hockey sticks. Mrs. Baird, dressed in a rough tweed walking suit, carried a book, and looked, save for her gray hair, as young as either of the Seniors.
“Come along,” she called, “we’ve a long walk ahead of us and time is flying.” And off they started.
The steep descent that led to the river from Seddon Hall proved to be, not only long, but very tedious. The path was completely hidden by the
snow, and an unseen tree root or stone caused many a trip up that terminated in a long slide down hill.