He and his mother never talked confidences, but they understood each other so thoroughly that words were superfluous.
So they departed both in excellent spirits, while Lucas leaning upon Nap's shoulder, went down to the lake to watch the skaters and to superintend Bertie's preparations for the evening's entertainment.
The voices of the tobogganists reached them from a steep bit of ground half-a-mile away, ringing clearly on the frosty air.
"The other side of that mound is tip-top for skiing," remarked Nap, "better than you would expect in this country.

But no one here seems particularly keen on it.

I was out early this morning and tried several places that were quite passable, but that mound was the best!" "After dancing till three," commented Lucas.

"What a restless fellow you are!" Nap laughed a somewhat hard laugh.

"One must do something.