She felt that all would come right some day.

"Truth crushed to earth shall rise again," she told herself, and the familiar saying proved very comforting to her.
Winter had settled down on Oakdale as only a northern winter can do.

There had been snow on the ground since Thanksgiving, and sleigh rides and skating parties were in order.
Grace awoke one Saturday morning in high good humor.
"To-day's the day," she said to herself.

"Hurrah for skating!" She hurried through her breakfast and was donning her fur cap and sweater, when Anne, Jessica and Nora, accompanied by David, Hippy, Reddy and, to her surprise and delight, Tom Gray, turned in at her gate.
"'Oh, be joyful, oh, be gay, For there's skating on the bay,'" sang Hippy.
"Meaning pond, I suppose," laughed Grace, as she opened her front door.
"Meaning pond ?" answered Hippy, "only pond doesn't rhyme with gay." "You might say, "'Oh, be joyful, oh, be fond, For there's skating on the pond,'" suggested David.
"Fond of what ?" demanded Hippy.
"Of the person you've asked to skate with you," replied David, looking toward Anne, who stood with a small pair of new skates tucked under her arm.
"I shall be initiated into all the mysteries of the world soon," she observed, smiling happily.

"Last year it was coasting and football and now it's dancing and skating.