Off they glided each by herself, at first, to get the swing. Then they organized a hockey game, and for a while they skated furiously.
“Fifth time for you, Bet, you’re a wonder,” Florence called as Betty sent the flat disc sailing past Angela, through the goal posts that were serving in place of cages.
“Oh! I can’t stop those, they come too fast; somebody change places with me,” said Angela. “This is too strenuous for me.”
“Oh, nonsense,” cried Polly. “Get in the game, Ange, come on up in the center, I’ll play guard, if you like.”
“All right.”
“Everybody ready?”
“Play.”
“Zip,” sang the puck, darting here and there, in obedience to the click, click of the busy hockey sticks.
Florence and Lois were fighting over it. Polly, Betty, Connie and Louise tried to interfere, and for a minute there was a wild skirmish. In the excitement, Angela, who was hovering around the outside, got in some one’s way and fell flat.
“Stop, Ange is down.”