Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 31, 2025
Rychie, Hilda, and Katrinka why, they had scarcely known any other thought than "The race, the race. It will come off on the twentieth!" These three girls were friends. Though of nearly the same age, talent, and station, they were as different as girls could be. Hilda van Gleck, as you already know, was a warm-hearted, noble girl of fourteen.
"That little lady in rags is the special pet of Hilda van Gleck. Those shining skates are her gift, if I make no mistake." "So! so!" exclaimed Peter with a radiant smile, for Hilda was his best friend. "She has been at her good work there too!"
They write something upon a tablet which each holds in his hand. While the girls are resting, some crowding eagerly around our frightened little Gretel, some standing aside in high disdain, the boys form in line. Mynheer van Gleck drops the handkerchief, this time. The buglers give a vigorous blast. The boys have started. Halfway already. Did ever you see the like!
Gretel, the smallest of all, took her place at the end. Hans, who had borrowed a strap from the cake boy, was near the head. Three gaily twined arches were placed at intervals upon the river facing the Van Gleck pavilion. Skating slowly, and in perfect time to the music, the boys and girls moved forward, led on by Peter.
Gretel gazes with clasped hands four strokes more will take her brother to the columns. He is there! Yes, but so was young Schummel just a second before. At the last instant Carl, gathering his powers, had whizzed between them and passed the goal. "Carl Schummel, one mile!" shouts the crier. Soon Madame van Gleck rises again.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking