POOR ROLY-POLY
"Come on!" cried Mab, as she started to run down the slope of the hill
toward the frozen pond. "Come on, Hal!"
"Hold on!" called Daddy Blake. "Wait a minute, Mab! Don't go on the
ice yet!"
Mab stopped at once. So did Hal, who had just begun to run. You see
the children had gotten into the habit of stopping when their uncle
called: "Wait a minute and I'll give you a penny," so it was not hard
for them to do so when their father called.
"Why can't I go on the ice?" asked Mab,
"I must first see how thick it is," answered Daddy Blake.
"What difference does that make?" Hal wanted to know.
"Oh, a whole lot," said Mr. Blake. "If the ice is too thin you will
break through, and go into the cold water. We must be very careful, I
will see if it is thick enough."
Mab waited for her father and Hal to come to where she was standing.
Roly-Poly did not wait, however. Down he rushed to the frozen pond.
"Oh, come back! Come back!" cried Mab. "You'll go through the ice,
Roly!"
But Roly-Poly paid no attention. Out on the slippery ice he ran,
and then he turned around and, looking at Daddy Blake and the two
children, he barked as loudly as he could.
Roly-Poly was a queer dog that way. Sometimes he would mind Mab, and
then, again, he would not.
"I guess the ice is thick enough to hold up Roly," said Mr. Blake. "It
doesn't need to be very strong for that, as Roly is so little."
"How thick must it be to hold us up?" Hal wanted to know.
"Well, on a small pond, ice an inch thick might hold up a little boy
or girl," explained Mr. Blake. "But not very many children at a time.
On a large pond the ice should be from six to eight inches thick to
hold up a crowd of skaters."
"Oh, does ice ever get as thick as that?" asked Hal.
"Oh, yes, and much thicker. On big lakes it gets over two feet thick
in cold weather," Mr. Blake said. "Then it will hold up a whole
regiment of soldiers, and cannon too. Ice is very strong when once it
is well frozen. But always be sure it is thick enough before going
on."
"How are you going to tell?" asked Mab.
"By cutting a little hole through the ice," her father told her. "You
can look at the edges of the hole and tell how thick the ice is. We
will try it and see."
With the big blade of his knife, Mr. Blake cut and chipped a hole in
the ice, a little way from shore. Hal and Mab stayed on the ground
watching their father, but Roly-Poly ran all about, barking as hard as
he could.
"I guess he is looking for something to bury in a hole," spoke Hal.
But Roly could not dig in the hard ice, and the ground was also frozen
too solidly for him to scratch. So all the little poodle dog could do
was to bark.
"There we are!" cried Mr. Blake, after a bit. "See, children, the ice
is more than six inches thick. It will be safe for us to skate on!"
Hal and Mab ran to look into the little hole their father had cut in
the ice. It went down for more than half a foot, or six inches, like a
well you dig in the sand at the seashore. But no water showed in the
bottom of this hole in the ice.
"The ice is good and thick," said Mr. Blake. "It will hold up all the
skaters that will come on this pond."
But the children and their Daddy were the only ones there now. Mr.
Blake showed Hal and Mab how to put on their skates. He made the
straps tight for them, and then put on his own.
"Now we will see how well you can skate," said Mr. Blake.
"I can!" cried Hal. "I've watched the big boys do it. I can skate!"
"It's just like roller skating," said Mab, "and I can do that, I
know."
"Well, you may find it a little different from roller skating, Mab,"
her papa answered with a laugh.
"Here I go!" cried Hal. He struck out on the ice, first with one foot,
and then with the other, as he had been used to doing on his roller
skates. And then something happened.
Either Hal's feet slid out from under him, or else the whole frozen
surface of the pond tilted up, and struck him on the head. He was not
quite sure which it was, but it felt, he said afterward, as though the
ice flew up and struck him.
"Oh, be careful!" cried Daddy Blake, as he saw Hal fall. But it was
too late to warn the little boy then.
"Oh, he's hurt!" exclaimed Mab with a little sob, as she saw that her
brother did not get up.
Daddy Blake skated over to Hal, but there was no need of his help. For
Hal got up himself, only he was very careful about it. He did not try
to skate any more. He did not want to slip and fall.
"Are you hurt?" asked Mr. Blake.
"N-n-no; I guess not," Hal answered slowly. "The ice is sort of soft,
I guess."
"No quite as soft as snow, however," laughed Daddy Blake. "Now you had
better not try to skate until I take hold of your hand. I will hold
you up. Come, Mab, well take hold of hands and so help each other to
stand up."
Roly-Poly was rushing here and there, filled with excitement, and he
was barking all the while. He was having fun too.
"Now strike out slowly and carefully," directed Daddy Blake to the
children. "First lean forward, with your weight on the left foot and
skate, and then do the same with your right. Glide your feet out in a
curve," and he showed them how to do it, keeping hold of their hands,
Mab on one side and Hal on the other. In this way they did not fall
down.
Slowly over the ice they went.
"Oh, we are skating!" cried Mab, in delight.
"Isn't it fun!" shouted Hal.
"At least you are beginning to skate," said Mr. Blake.
Roly-Poly kept prancing around in front, running here and there, and
barking louder than ever.
"Don't get in our way, Roly!" called Mr. Blake with a laugh, "or we
might skate right over you!"
"Bow-wow!" barked the little poodle dog. And I suppose that was his
way of saying:
"No, I won't! I'll be good."
Hal and Mab were beginning to understand the first simple rules of
skating. It was not as easy as they had thought--nor was it the same
as roller skating. The ice was so slippery.
"Oh, look at Roly!" cried Hal, when they had stopped for a rest. "He's
skating, too."
A boy who had no skates had come down to the frozen pond, and, seeing
the poodle dog, and knowing him to be Hal's pet, this boy wanted to
have some fun. He would throw a stick on the ice, sliding it along,
and Roly would race after it. He would go so fast, Roly would, that he
could not stop when he reached the stick, and along he would slide,
almost as if he were skating.
Just as Hal called to Mab to look, Roly cook a long run and a slide.
Then, all of a sudden, there was a cracking sound in the ice. A hole
seemed to open, close to where the poodle dog was, and, a moment
later, Roly-Poly went down, out of sight, into the cold, black water.
"Poor Roly-Poly!" cried Mab. "He's drowned!"
Roly-Poly had gone under the ice. Hal and Mab were ready to cry. But
listen. This is a secret. Roly-Poly was not drowned! A wonderful thing
happened to him, but I can not tell you about it until the end of the
book. And mind, you're not to turn over the pages to find out, either.
That would not be fair. Just wait, and I'll tell you when the times
comes.