Frank was over to see Jimmy that night and reported that the big thermometer that his father had given him, and which hung outside his window, registered seven below.
"And it's going down further, and what's equally good, there hasn't been a bit of wind since the cold snap came."
"And what has wind to do with it?" inquired Lewis.
"Hasn't anything to do with the freezing, but with wind the ice is rough. I met Potter coming up from the ice just before dark and he says it's like glass, and is so thick now he could hardly punch his heel through it."
"Sounds good," said Jimmy. "We will then, to-night, organize the great Armstrong hockey club."
"No, don't call it after me. I may not be good enough to stick on. But we've got to have a name. Suggest something, Lewis."
"Well," said the goal-tender-to-be, "I guess we might as well call it the Lollipops. Sweet things on the end of a stick, you know."
"Hurray for the goal-tender. Lollipops it will be! The Lollipop Hockey Club of Queen's School. First practice to-morrow afternoon at three thirty. How does that hit you?" said Frank.
"All right for me," said Jimmy.
"And me, too," piped up Lewis. "I'll show you the way to stop 'em. If you can get them past your Uncle Dudley, you will be going some."