"Forbes Westcott is just home again, and he and
Robby had so much to talk over we asked him out to supper. He and the
girls--and Anna Drummond, one of our neighbours' daughters," she
explained to Kendrick, "were taken with the idea of going skating. They
didn't wait for you, because they wanted to get a fire built. When
you're warmed up you can go down."
"There'll be a girl apiece for you," observed Uncle Rufus. "Hugh knows
Anna--went to school with her. She's a fine girl, eh, Hugh?"
"She certainly is," agreed Benson heartily. "But I don't see how either
of us is to skate with her or with anybody without--"
"Oh, that's all right. Look there," and Uncle Rufus pointed to a long
row of skates lying on the floor in a corner. "All the nieces and
nephews leave their skates here to have 'em handy when they come."
So presently the two young men were rushing down the winding, snowy road
which led through pasture and meadow for a quarter of a mile toward a
beckoning bonfire.
"I don't know when I've gone skating," said Hugh Benson.
"The last time I skated was two years ago on the Neva at St. Petersburg.
Jove! but it was a carnival!" And Richard's thoughts went back for a
minute to the face of the girl he had skated with.
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