"Oh, stop! I'm slipping!" cried Ruth, for the sidewalk was icy. "Alice, let me go!"
"Not until you take a few more steps! Now dip!"
"But, Alice! I'm going to fall! I know I am! There! I told you——"
But Ruth did not get a chance to use the favorite expression of Mr. Sneed, if such was her intention. For she really was about to fall when a young man, who was passing, caught her, and saved her from a tumble.
"Oh!" she gasped, in confusion, as she recovered her balance.
"I beg your pardon," laughed the young fellow, with sparkling eyes.
"I should beg yours!" faltered Ruth, with a blush.
"It was all my fault—I wanted her to dance!" cried Alice, willing to accept her share of the blame.
"Yes, this weather makes one feel like dancing," the young fellow agreed, and then with a bow he passed on.
"Alice how could you?" cried Ruth.