There were many High School boys "cracking the whip" in long rows of eight or more, while there were some older people comfortably seated in sleigh chairs which were pushed from behind, generally by some poor boys in Oakdale, who stood on the bank waiting to be hired.
"Now, we'll have a lesson," exclaimed David when they had reached the starting point again, while the others lost themselves in the crowd.

Anne was a good pupil, but she was soon tired and sat down on a bench near the bank.
"Do go and have a good skate yourself, David," she insisted.

"I'll rest for awhile and look on." But it was far too cold to sit still.
"I'll give myself a lesson," she said.

"This is a quiet spot.

All the others seem to have skated up to the other end." As she was carefully taking the strokes David had taught her, with an occasional struggle to keep her balance, she heard a great shouting behind her.