"Oh papa and mamma have stopped and I do believe they're taking off their skates! at least papa's taking her's off for her, I think." "Oh then they're coming in and we'll get our turn!" "I don't want to try it." "No, but you can walk down there, and then you're to have a ride on the ice; you know Uncle Harold said so." "I don't know what he meant; and I don't know whether I want to try it either.

Yes, papa and mamma are both coming back." Violet had soon tired of the sport, and beside feared her baby was wanting her.

She went on up to the nursery while the captain entered the parlor where his little girls were waiting for his coming.
"Waiting patiently, my darlings ?" he said, with an affectionate smile.
"I know it is rather hard sometimes for little folks to wait.

But you may bundle up now, and I will take you out to enjoy the sport with the rest.

It will be a nice walk for you, Gracie, and when you get there you will have a pleasant time I think." "How papa ?" "My little girl will see when she gets there," he said.