"Well, she didn't break her heart about it. She got married agin as soon as the law allowed. I was in court when Judge Trumbull granted the divorce. 'Twas for three years willful desartion and total neglect of duty."
"No, I guess she didn't. She was published the very next Lord's Day, and got married in the evening. She was a mighty pretty cretur. Well, I never see such a skater as Sam. This fellow is nothing at all to him. He don't kind o' turn his letters so nice. Now, there's that v, you might mistake it for a w. I like to see a man parfect in his business."
"I've hearn tell," said the Captain, "though I never see it myself, that Sam could write Jarman text as well as Roman."
"I never see it," said the Fox-skin cap, "but guess it's so. There wasn't nothing Sam couldn't do on skates."
"Do you recollect whether he used smooth irons or hollow?" inquired the Captain.
"Oh, smooth; they ain't so easy for beginners, but when a fellow gits the knack of 'em they're a great deal better."
Very different from the remarks of these laudatores temporis acti, were those of the rising generation.
"How beautiful!" exclaimed Anne. "What wonderful skill! Can anything be more graceful?"
"It is, indeed, graceful," said Faith; "and it must require considerable boldness as well as skill to venture on some of those evolutions. The least mistake would cause a violent fall."
"Dear Faith, why did you mention it?" said Anne. "I was not thinking of the possibility of falls."