[LXVI]. THE PICKWICKIANS DISPORT THEMSELVES ON ICE.[O]
Charles Dickens.—1812-1870.
From The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club.
"Now," said Wardle, after a substantial lunch had been done ample justice to; "what say you to an hour on the ice? We shall have plenty of time."
"Capital!" said Mr. Benjamin Allen.
"Prime!" ejaculated Mr. Bob Sawyer.
"You skate, of course, Winkle?" said Wardle.
"Ye-yes; oh, yes," replied Mr. Winkle. "I—I—am rather out of practice."