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Midnight had long since sounded from the old church tower before they parted. She gave the sign, and he skated quickly to the shed, meaning to find a seat and help her take her skates off. Yet when he turned she had already gone.
They're guaranteed for a year, too, and if anything gives out, you get a new pair for nothing. Three and a half, they cost, at Mr. Harrison's hardware store. I gave my 'Jolly Ramblers' to a kid about your size. A mighty good little skate they are!" And, with a long, graceful stroke, Ralph Evans skated away. And it seemed to Tom Reynolds that all his Christmas joy went skimming away behind him.
She must tease him a little. So she continued, as they skated on in good rhythm, "Mother and I wouldn't know what to do without Mr. Wade. We like him so much," said ardently. What Bill feared was true, then, he thought. Wade, noble fellow, worthy to win any woman's heart, had fascinated his landlady's daughter. "I don't wonder you like him," said he. "He deserves it."
He struggled halfway up, slipped, got again to his feet, and came down sitting with a hard bump when his legs skated from under him. A smothered "Vat t'ell!" rose out of the waters. It was both a yelp of rage and a wail of puzzled chagrin. The janitor could not understand what was happening to him. He did not know that he was being treated to a new form of the water cure.
There was Manuel, who skated the floors, an anæmic youth of fifteen or sixteen, dressed in a pair of dirty white underdrawers with the ankle strings dragging, and in an orange and black knit undershirt. There was Rosario, the little maid who waited on me and went to school. She was third base and umpire. A neighbor's boy, about eight years old, was first base.
I felt in my pocket and found that I had one solitary lonely dime, and swinging aside the green baize door, I entered. "Gimme a beer," I said laying down my dime. A small glass, four-fifths froth and one-fifth beer, was skated at me by the bartender from the other end of the counter, and my dime was raked into the till.
Usually the ice was not thick enough to have a fire built on it; and it must have been on ice which was just strong enough to bear that my boy skated all one bitter afternoon at Old River, without a fire to warm by. At first his feet were very cold, and then they gradually felt less cold, and at last he did not feel them at all. He thought this very nice, and he told one of the big boys.
Bees went by on swift, angry journeys, and dragon-flies rested on the stones for a few dazzling palpitating seconds, and were gone again. Black water-bugs skated over the shallows, throwing round shadows on the smooth floor of the pool.
But, Peter, before I forget it, wasn't that picture of Saint Hubert and the horse painted by Wouwerman? You remember, Father showed us an engraving from it last night." "Yes, indeed. There is a story connected with that picture." "Tell us!" cried two or three, drawing closer to Peter as they skated on. "Wouwerman," began the captain oratorically, "was born in 1620, just four years before Berghem.
"But I'm not going to talk any more," Hal answered, and he closed his lips tightly. On and on they skated, side by side. "Oh, Hal's going to win!" cried some of the children who had gathered around to watch. "No, Mab is!" shouted a number of little girls who were her friends. "Mab will win!" Sometimes Mab would be in the lead, and then Hal would come up with a rush and pass her.
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