"HURT? NO, INDEED!"
"Hurt? No, indeed!" shouted Uncle Josh, as he came up again through the snow. "That's the way we used to skate when I was a boy. Billy, where's that sled?"
He did not seem in any hurry to stand up, but Joe Pearce found his hat, and handed it to him.
"Thank you, Joseph. Billy, you may bring the sled right here in front of me."
"He wants to sit down," said one of the boys.
"He's sitting down now," said Joe. But Billy brought the sled, and Uncle Josh carefully worked himself forward upon it, and began to brush away the snow.
"I'm as white as a miller," he chuckled to himself. "Boys, I guess you may do the rest of my skating for me to-day."
"Don't those skates fit?" asked Joe.
"Oh yes, they fit well enough. It's the ice that doesn't fit. It's too wide for me."