Margaret’s heart once more sank within her at this corroboration of her own remark.
Chapter Twenty Two.
The Meadows in Winter.
Hester was tired of her snow-boots before she saw them. She had spent more trouble on them than they were worth; and it was three weeks yet before they came. It was now past the middle of February—rather late in the season for snow-boots to arrive: but then there was Margaret’s consolatory idea, that they would be ready for next year’s snow.
“It is not too late yet,” said Mr Hope. “There is skating every day in the meadow. It will soon be over; so do not lose your opportunity. Come! let us go to-day.”
“Not unless the sun shines out,” said Hester, looking with a shiver up at the windows.
“Yes, to-day,” said Edward, “because I have time to-day to go with you. You have seen me quiz other skaters: you must go and see other skaters quiz me.”
“What points of your skating do they get hold of to quiz?” asked Margaret.