StNicholas [serial] . A WINTER SCENE. BY ESTELLE SPIVEY, AGE 15. As if in answer to my thoughts I heard stamping andlaughing outside, and, running to see what it meant, I washaiied by the jolly inquiry, Come out skating, will you ? Would I go ? Well, I just guessed I would, if I opened the door, and about a dozen of my boy and girlfriends came in. Mother said I could go, so I was soonwith them, dressed in sweater and skating-cap, with myskates tucked under my arm. Up the road toward the lake we tramped, all in finespirits. Twice we stopped and a few more ©f our school-mates joined us ;
StNicholas [serial] . A WINTER SCENE. BY ESTELLE SPIVEY, AGE 15. As if in answer to my thoughts I heard stamping andlaughing outside, and, running to see what it meant, I washaiied by the jolly inquiry, Come out skating, will you ? Would I go ? Well, I just guessed I would, if I opened the door, and about a dozen of my boy and girlfriends came in. Mother said I could go, so I was soonwith them, dressed in sweater and skating-cap, with myskates tucked under my arm. Up the road toward the lake we tramped, all in finespirits. Twice we stopped and a few more ©f our school-mates joined us ; so that when we reached the lake we. )SLING, age 13. numbered sixteen in all. Looking over the lake we sawa pretty sight. The moon shone directly over it, lightingthe whole expanse of ice. IQIO.] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE 66 5 Skates were fastened, and then the fun began. First weplayed tag and had fine sport. Challenges to races rarelyremained unaccepted, and helter-skelter over the lake weflew, making the hills echo with shouts. Many had tumbles,but no harm was done. When all thought it was time to start home, we heardthe merry jingles of sleigh-bells ; and on reaching the roadwe found one of our neighbors with a big sleigh and offered to take us to the town, and you can imaginethat we wasted no time in accepting his offer. We allpiled in and had the jolliest ride imaginable. When, after reaching home, I said to my chum who re-mained with me for the night, Did nt we have just thefinest time? she turned .over on her pillow and mur-mured drowsily, I should say we did. Then, suddenly, Dont you think you can have lots mo
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