“What a jolly time we shall have of it!” said Roy, with his mouth full, as he sat beside Nelly and toasted his toes that night at supper.
“Yes,” said Nelly—“if—if we were only a little nearer home.”
This reply made them both silent and sad for a time.
“Never mind,” resumed Roy, cheerily, as he began another white-fish—having already finished one fish and the duckling—“cheer up, Nell, we’ll stay here long enough to get up a stock o’ dried meat, and then set off again. I only wish it would come frost, to make our fish keep.”
Roy’s wish was gratified sooner than he expected, and much more fully than he desired.
Chapter Ten.
Changes, Sliding, Fishing, Etcetera.
That night King Frost spread his wings over the land with unwonted suddenness and rigour, insomuch that a sheet of ice, full an inch thick, sealed up the waters of Silver Lake.