“Right now. I’m certainly not going to fall down in these clothes while I’m skating. I’ve got an old tweed suit and boots I’m going to wear. Why don’t you change to your corduroys?”
“I thought I’d stay on and work on my part.”
“You know that almost to perfection now. Better get into some older clothes.”
Helen acquiesced and they donned their winter school coats and started down the hill toward home. The snow was still coming down steadily, as fine and dry as ever.
“I’m glad there’s no wind. This would drift terribly if there was,” said Janet, kicking her way through the fine spume.
Chapter III
THE WIND ROARS
Janet was home in plenty of time to dress in leisure for the skating party. Her mother looked in once to make sure that she had plenty of warm clothes on.
“I’m glad you’re wearing that old tweed outfit. It’s warm and at the same time nice looking.”
“Even though it’s old, mother?”
“Even though it’s old. Tweed always looks nice and that’s an especially pretty shade of brown. It goes so well with your hair. Wear your scarlet beret and don’t forget the boots.”