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. When I once get these things on, David, I'll be