THE LOOKER-ON Down on the skating-rink below the hotel, a crowd of people were making merry.

The ice was in splendid condition.

It sparkled in the sun like a sheet of frosted glass, and over it the skaters glided with much mirth and laughter.
Scott stood on the road above and watched them.

There were a good many accomplished performers among them, and there were also several beginners.

But all seemed alike infected with the gaiety of the place.
There was not one face that did not wear a smile.
It was an invigorating scene.