It had been growing colder all the afternoon, and continued to do so
very rapidly through the night. The next morning at the breakfast table
some of the lads announced, with great glee that the lakelet was frozen
over; the ice so thick and solid that it was perfectly safe for skating
in every part.
The news caused quite a flurry of pleasurable excitement among the
younger ones of the company.
"I move that we spend the morning there," said Zoe.
"How many of us have skates, I wonder?"
"You have I think, have you not?" said Edward.
"Yes; yours and mine are both in good order; I examined them only the
other day."
The captain asked how many knew how to use skates, and from the replies
it seemed that all the lads had been more or less accustomed to their
use, some of the girls also. Zoe had had quite a good deal of practice
before her marriage, a little since.
The winters were usually too mild in this part of the country to give
much opportunity for that kind of exercise. She was therefore the more
eager to avail herself of this one; for she was very fond of the sport.
Edward, Harold, and Herbert were all in the mood to join her in it and
were prepared to do so; and Rosie and Max too were equally fortunate;
but most of the others had come without skates.
But that difficulty could be easily remedied; their homes were not far
off, nor was the village, with its stores where such things could be
bought. It was decided to despatch messengers for the needed supplies.
"Papa," said Lulu, "may they get a pair for me? I'd like to learn to
skate."
He turned to her with an indulgent smile. "Would you? then you shall; I
will send for the skates and give you a lesson in the art myself. I used
to be reckoned a good skater in my boyhood. Would my little Grace like
to learn too?"
"No, thank you, papa, I'd rather walk on the ground, or ride."
"You shall ride on the ice if you will, little girlie," said Harold. "I
think I can find a conveyance that will suit your taste."
"You're kind to think of it, Uncle Harold," she said, with a dubious
look, "but I'm afraid the horses would slip and fall on the ice."
"I think not," he said; "but if they should they will only have to pick
themselves up again, and go on."
"But I'm afraid they might get hurt and maybe tip me over too."
Harold only smiled at that, as he rose and left the room to attend to
the despatching of the messengers.
Grace wondered what he meant, but as the older people all about her were
busily talking among themselves, she went on quietly with her breakfast
and said no more.
"Are you a skater, my dear?" asked the captain, addressing his wife.
"I used to be a tolerably expert one and moderately fond of the
exercise," she replied.
"I should like the pleasure of taking you out this morning, for a trial
of your skill," he said. "Shall I send for skates for you?"
"Thank you, no; I think I have a pair somewhere about the house, and
perhaps can find another for you."
"There are several pairs of gentlemen's skates," said her mother. "I
will have them brought out for the captain to try."
He thanked her, adding that in case a pair should be found to fit, he
could have the pleasure of taking his wife out without waiting for the
return of the servant despatched to the village.
Upon leaving the breakfast table they all repaired to the parlor for
family worship, as was their custom morning and evening. Then those who
had skates, and some who wanted the walk and a near view of the skating,
Lulu among them, got themselves ready and went to the lakelet, while the
others waited for the return of the messengers; most of them meanwhile
gathered about the windows overlooking the lakelet, to watch the
movements of the skaters--Edward, Zoe, Harold, Herbert, Rosie, Evelyn
and Max; presently joined by Capt. Raymond and Violet, a pair of skates
having been found to fit each of them.
When all were fairly started the scene became very animated and pretty.
The two married couples skated well, but Harold, and especially Herbert,
far exceeded them, the swift, easy movement with which they glided over
the glassy surface of the lake, the exact balancing of their bodies, and
the graceful curves they executed called forth many an admiring and
delighted exclamation from the onlookers, both near at hand and farther
away at the windows of the mansion.
Among the latter were Grandma Elsie, her father and his wife--Grandma
Rose--and Cousin Ronald.
"Bravo!" cried the two old gentlemen simultaneously, as Herbert
performed a feat in which he seemed to fairly outdo himself. Mr.
Lilburn adding, "I feel the old ardor for the sport stir within me at
sight o' the lad's adroit movements. At his age I might have ventured to
compete with as expert a skater as he. What say you, Cousin Horace, to a
match atween the two auld chaps o' us down there the noo?"
"Agreed," Mr. Dinsmore said with a laugh. "There are skates that will
answer our purpose I think, and we will set off at once if you like."
At that moment Lulu came running in. "The skates have come, Grandma
Elsie," she said, "just as I have got back to the house. Papa sent me in
because it was too cold, he said, for me to be standing still out there.
He'll come for me when Mamma Vi is tired and wants to come in."
"Does she seem to be enjoying it?" asked the person addressed.
"Oh yes, ma'am, very much indeed! Aren't you going to try it too?"
"Yes, do, Elsie," said her father. "And you too, Rose," to his wife.
"Let us all try the sport while we have an opportunity."
The ladies were nothing loath, everybody seemed to catch the spirit of
the hour, the skates were quickly distributed, and all hurried away to
the lake, but Lulu and Grace who were to stay within doors, by their
father's orders, till he came, or sent for them.
Lulu having taken off her hood and coat, now sat before the fire
warming her feet. Grace was watching the skaters from an easy chair by
the window.
"It does look like good fun," she said. "Is it very cold out there, Lu?"
"Not so very; the wind doesn't blow; but when you've been standing still
a while your feet feel right cold. I hardly thought about it though, I
was so taken up with watching the skating, till papa called to me that
it was too cold for me to stand there, and I must come in."
"Papa's always taking care of his children," remarked Grace.
"Yes," assented Lulu, "he never seems to forget us at all; I most wish
he would sometimes," she added laughing, "just once in a while when I
feel like having my own way, you know.
"Wasn't he good to send for these for me?" she went on, holding up her
new skates and regarding them with much satisfaction. "They're nice
ones, and it'll be nice to have him teach me how to use them. I've heard
of people getting hard falls learning how to skate, but I think I'll be
pretty safe not to fall with papa to attend to me."
"I should think so," said Grace. "Oh papa and mamma have stopped and I
do believe they're taking off their skates! at least papa's taking
her's off for her, I think."
"Oh then they're coming in and we'll get our turn!"
"I don't want to try it."
"No, but you can walk down there, and then you're to have a ride on the
ice; you know Uncle Harold said so."
"I don't know what he meant; and I don't know whether I want to try it
either. Yes, papa and mamma are both coming back."
Violet had soon tired of the sport, and beside feared her baby was
wanting her. She went on up to the nursery while the captain entered the
parlor where his little girls were waiting for his coming.
"Waiting patiently, my darlings?" he said, with an affectionate smile.
"I know it is rather hard sometimes for little folks to wait. But you
may bundle up now, and I will take you out to enjoy the sport with the
rest. It will be a nice walk for you, Gracie, and when you get there you
will have a pleasant time I think."
"How papa?"
"My little girl will see when she gets there," he said. "Ah, here is
Agnes with your hood and coat. Now, while she puts them on you, I will
see if Lulu's skates are quite right."
They proved to be a good fit and in few minutes the captain was on his
way to the lakelet with a little girl clinging to each hand.
A pretty boat house stood at the water's edge--on the hither side, under
the trees, and now close beside it, on the ice, the children spied a
small, light sleigh well supplied with robes of wolf and bear skins.
"There, Gracie, how would you like to ride in that?" asked her father.
"It looks nice, but--how can it go?" she asked dubiously. "I don't see
any horses papa."
"No, but you will find that it can move without."
Harold had seen them approaching, and now came gliding very rapidly
towards them, on his skates.
"Ah Gracie, are you ready for your ride?" he asked, "Rosie Lacey and one
or two of the other little ones are going to share it with you. Captain
will you lift her in while I summon them?"
"Here we are, Cousin Harold," called a childish voice, and Rose Lacey
came running up almost out of breath with haste and excitement, two
other little girl cousins following at her heels; "here we are. Can you
take us now?"
"Yes," he said, "I was just about to call you."
In another minute the four were in the sleigh with the robes well
tucked around them. Then, Harold, taking hold of the back of the
vehicle, gave it a vigorous shove away from the shore, and keeping a
tight grip on it, propelled it quite rapidly around the lake.
It required a good deal of exertion, but Herbert and others came to his
assistance and the sleigh made the circuit many times, its young
occupants laughing, chatting and singing right merrily: the gayest of
the gay.
Meanwhile the others enjoyed the skating, perhaps quite as much. The
older ladies and the two old gentlemen seemed to have renewed their
youth, and kept up the sport a good deal longer than they had intended
in the beginning; while the younger ones, and especially the children,
were full of mirth and jollity, challenging each other to trials of
speed and skill, laughing good-naturedly at little mishaps, and
exchanging jests and good humored banter.
And Cousin Ronald added to the fun by causing them to hear again and
again sounds as of jingling sleighbells and prancing horses in their
rear. So distinct and natural were these sounds that they could not help
springing aside out of the track of the supposed steeds, and turning
their heads to see how near they were.
Then shouts of laughter would follow from old and young of both sexes,
mingled with little shrieks, half of affright and half of amusement
from the girls.
While all this was going on, Capt. Raymond was giving Lulu her first
lesson in the use of skates, holding her hand in his, guarding her
carefully from the danger of falling.
But for that she would have fallen several times, for it seemed almost
impossible to keep her balance; however she gained skill and confidence;
and at length asked to be allowed to try it for a little unaided.
He permitted her to do so, but kept very near to catch her in case she
should slip or stagger.
She succeeded very well and after a time he ceased to watch her
constantly, remaining near her, but taking his eyes off her now and then
to see what others were doing; noting with fatherly pride in his son,
how Max was emulating the older skaters, and returning a joyous look and
smile given him by Gracie, as she swept past in the sleigh.
It presently stopped a few paces away, and he made a movement as if
to go and lift her out, but at the sound of a thud on the ice behind
him, turned quickly again to find Lulu down.
She had thrown out her hands in falling, and he felt a thrill of horror
as he perceived that one of them lay directly in the path of a skater,
Chester Dinsmore, who was moving with such velocity that he would not
be able to check his speed in time to avoid running over her.
But even while he perceived her peril the captain had, with an almost
lightning like movement, stooped over his child and dragged her
backward. Barely in time; Chester's skate just grazed her fingers,
cutting off the tip of her mitten. There were drops of blood on the ice,
and for a moment her father thought her fingers were off.
"Oh my child, my darling!" he groaned, holding her close in his arms and
taking the bleeding hand tenderly in his.
"I'm not hurt, papa; at least only a very little," she hastened to say,
while the others crowded about them with agitated, anxious questioning.
"Is Lulu hurt?" "Did Chess run over her!" "Did the fall hurt her?"
"My fingers are bleeding a little, but they don't hurt very much," she
answered. "I think his skate went over my mitten, and I suppose my
fingers would have been cut off if papa hadn't jerked me back out of the
way."
Chester had just joined the group. "I can never be sufficiently thankful
for the escape," he said with a slight tremble in his tones, "I could
never have forgiven myself if I had maimed that pretty hand; though it
was utterly impossible for me to stop myself in time, at the headlong
rate of speed with which I was moving."
"Your thankfulness can hardly equal her father's," the captain said
with emotion almost too big for utterance, as he gently drew off the
mitten, and bound up the wounded fingers with his handkerchief. "That
will do till I get you to the house. Shall I carry you, daughter?"
"Oh no, papa, I'm quite able to walk," she answered in a very cheerful
tone. "Please don't be so troubled; I'm sure I'm not much hurt."
"Allow me to take off your skates for you," Chester said, kneeling down
on the ice at their feet, and beginning to undo the straps as he spoke.
"And I will gladly carry you up to the house, too, if you and your
father are willing."
"Oh thank you, sir; but I'd really rather walk with papa to help me
along."
The accident had sobered the party a good deal, and most of
them--including the older people and Lulu's mates--went back to the
house with her and her father.
Violet was quite startled and alarmed to see the child brought in with
her hand bound up; but when the blood had been washed away the wounds
were found to be little more than skin deep; the bleeding soon ceased,
and some court-plaster was all that was needed to cover up the cuts.
There were plenty of offers of assistance, but the captain chose to do
for her himself all that was required.
"There, my dear child, you have had a very narrow escape," he said when
he had finished, drawing her into his arms and caressing her with great
tenderness; "what a heartbreaking thing it would have been for us both
had this little hand," taking it tenderly in his, "been robbed of its
fingers; far worse to me than to have lost my own."
"And you have saved them for me, you dear father," she said, clinging
about his neck and laying her cheek to his, her eyes full of tears, a
slight tremble in her voice. "But they are yours, because I am," she
added, laughing a little hysterically. "Oh I'm every bit yours; from the
crown of my head to the soles of my feet."
"Yes, so you are; one of my choice treasures, my darling," he said with
emotion; "and my heart is full of thankfulness to God our heavenly
Father for enabling me to save you from being so sadly maimed."
"And I do think your Mamma Vi is almost as thankful as either of you,"
Violet said, coming to his side and softly smoothing Lulu's hair.
They were in the dressing-room, no one else present but Grace and Max.
"I'm pretty thankful myself," observed the latter jocosely, but with a
telltale moisture about the eyes; "I shouldn't like to have a sister
with a fingerless hand."
"Oh don't, Max! don't talk so!" sobbed Grace, "I just can't bear to
think of such dreadful things!"
Her father turned toward her and held out his hand. She sprang to his
side and he put his arm about her.
"The danger is happily past, my pet," he said, touching his lips to her
cheek; "so dry your eyes and think of something else, something
pleasanter."
"You've got enough of skating, I suppose, Lu? you won't want to try it
again, will you?" asked Max.
"Yes; if papa will let me. I'd like to go back this afternoon. But I'd
want to keep fast hold of him so that I'd be in no danger of falling,"
she added, looking lovingly into his eyes.
"I'll not let you try it in any other way for some time to come," he
said, stroking her hair; "you must become a good deal more proficient in
the use of skates before I can again trust you to go alone; especially
where there are so many other and more skilful skaters."
"I don't care for that, papa, but will you take me there again this
afternoon?"
"We'll see about it when the time comes," he said smiling at her eager
tone, and not ill-pleased at this proof of a persevering disposition.
"Oh!" cried Max, glancing toward the window, "it's snowing fast! Dear,
dear, it will spoil the skating for all of us!"
"But a good fall of snow will provide other pleasures, my son," remarked
the captain in a cheery tone.
"Yes, sir, so it will," returned Max, echoing the tone.
"And beside plenty of indoor amusements have been provided," said
Violet. "I think we can all enjoy ourselves vastly, let the weather
outside be what it will."
"I am sure of it," said her husband. "Gracie, how did you enjoy your
ride?"
"Oh it was just lovely, papa!" answered the little girl, "the sleigh
skimmed along so nicely without a bit of jolting; and then too, it was
such fun to watch the skaters."
A tap at the door, and Rosie's voice asking, "How is Lulu? Mamma sent me
to inquire."
"Come in, Rosie," said the captain. "Mother is very kind, and I am glad
to be able to report to her that Lulu is only very slightly hurt; so
slightly that doubtless she will be ready to join her mates in any sport
that may be going on this afternoon."
Rosie drew near with a look of commiseration on her face, but exclaimed
in surprise, "Why, your hand isn't even bound up!"
"No; I have just a patch of court plaster on each of three finger tips,"
returned Lulu, laughingly displaying them.
"But oh what a narrow escape!" cried Rosie half breathlessly. "It fairly
frightens me to think of it!"
"They'd all have been cut off if it hadn't been for papa," Lulu said
with a shudder, hiding her face on his shoulder.
"O Lu, I'm so glad they weren't!" said Rosie. "Eva has been crying fit
to break her heart because she was sure that at least the tips of your
fingers had been taken off; and in fact I couldn't help crying myself,"
she added, turning away to wipe her eyes.
"How good in you both!" exclaimed Lulu, lifting her head and showing
flushed cheeks and shining eyes. "Papa, shan't I go and find Eva and
comfort her by letting her see how little I am hurt, after all?"
"Yes, do, my child," he said, releasing her.
The two little girls went from the room together, each with her arm
about the other's waist.
"Eva's in my room taking her cry out by herself," said Rosie. "I'd like
to go there with you, but I must carry your father's answer to mamma
first. Then I'll join you."
The door of Rosie's room stood open; Evelyn sat with her back toward
it, and Lulu, entering softly, had an arm round her friend's neck before
she was aware of her presence.
"O Lu!" cried Evelyn, with a start, "are you much hurt?"
"No, you poor dear; you've been breaking your heart about almost
nothing. I hurt my knees a little in falling, and Chester's skate took a
tiny slice out of my middle finger, and scratched the one each side of
it, but that's all. See, they don't even need to be wrapped up."
"Oh, I'm so glad!" exclaimed Eva with a sigh of relief, and smiling
through tears; then with a shudder and hugging Lulu close, "It would
have been too horrible if they'd been cut off! I think skating is
dangerous, and I'm not sorry the snow has come to spoil it; for us
girls, I mean; the older folks and the boys can take care of themselves,
I suppose."
"Oh I like it!" said Lulu. "I wanted papa to let me go back this
afternoon and try it again, and I think he would if the snow hadn't
come."
"You surprise me!" exclaimed Evelyn. "If I had come so near losing my
fingers, I'd never care to skate any more."
"I always did like boys' sports," remarked Lulu, laughing. "Aunt Beulah
used to call me a tom-boy, and even Max would sometimes say he believed
I was half boy; I was always so glad of a chance to slip off to the
woods with him where I could run and jump and climb without any body by
to scold me and tell me I'd tear my clothes. I don't have to do those
things without leave now, for papa lets me; he say it's good for my
health, and that that's of far more importance than my clothes. Oh, we
all do have such good times now, at home in our father's house, with him
to take care of us!"
"Yes, I'm sure you do, and I'm so glad for you. How happy you all seem!
and how brave you are about bearing pain, dear Lu! You are so bright and
cheerful, though I'm sure your fingers must ache. Don't they?"
"Yes, some; but I don't mind it very much and they'll soon be well."
Just then they were joined by several of the other little girls, all
anxious to see Lulu and learn whether she were really badly hurt.
They crowded round her with eager questions and many expressions of
sympathy first, then of delight in finding her so cheerful and suffering
so little.
The next thing was to plan indoor amusements for the afternoon and
evening, as evidently the storm had put outdoor pleasures out of the
question for that day.
The call to dinner interrupted them in the midst of their talk; a not
unwelcome summons, for exercise in the bracing winter air had given them
keen appetites.
Some of the younger ones, who had particularly enjoyed the skating, felt
a good deal disappointed that the storm had come to put a stop to it,
and were in consequence quite sober and subdued in their demeanor as
they took their seats at the table.
A moment of complete silence followed the asking of the blessing, then,
as Edward took up a carving-knife, and stuck the fork into a roast duck
in front of him, there was a loud "Quack, quack," that startled
everybody for an instant, followed by merry peals of laughter from old
and young.
A loud squeal came next from a young pig in a dish placed before Mr.
Dinsmore, and the song of the blackbird from a pie Grandma Elsie was
beginning to help.
"'Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie,'" remarked Mr. Lilburn
gravely.
"'When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before a king?'
"Ah ha! um h'm! ah ha! history repeats itself. But, Cousin Elsie, I
didna expect to be treated to a meal o' livin' creatures in your house."
"Did you not?" she returned with a smile. "Life is full of surprises."
"And grandpa and Ned go on carving without any apparent thought of the
cruelty of cutting into living creatures," laughed Zoe.
"And what a singular circumstance that chickens baked in a pie should
sing like blackbirds," remarked Grandma Elsie.
"Very indeed!" said Capt. Raymond. "I move that some one prepare an
article on the subject for one of the leading magazines."
"No one better qualified for the task than yourself, sir," said his
brother-in-law, Mr. Lester Leland.
"You will surely except our Cousin Ronald," said the captain; "doubtless
he knows more about the phenomenon than any other person present."
"O Cousin Ronald," broke in Walter, "as we can't go skating this
afternoon, won't you please tell us young ones some of your famous
stories?"
"Perhaps, laddie; but there may be some other amusement provided, and in
that case the tales will keep. It strikes me I heard some o' the leddies
laying plans for the afternoon and evening?" he added, turning
inquiringly in Zoe's direction.
"Yes, sir," she said, "we are getting up some tableaux, but are ready
to defer them if any one wishes to do something else."
"I think we will not tax Cousin Ronald with story telling to-day," said
Grandma Elsie: "he has been making a good deal of exertion in skating,
and I know must feel weary."
"Are you, Cousin Ronald?" asked Walter.
"Well, laddie, I can no deny that there have been times when I've felt a
bit brighter and more in the mood for spinning out a yarn, as the
sailors say."
"And perhaps you'd like to see the tableaux too, sir?"
"Yes, I own that I should."
That settled the question. "We will have the tableaux," Grandma Elsie
said, and every body seemed well satisfied with the decision.
Preparations were begun almost immediately on leaving the table, and
pretty much all the short winter afternoon occupied with them.
They had their exhibition after tea; a very satisfactory one to those
who took part, and to the spectators.
Every child and young person who was desirous to have it so, was brought
in to one or more of the pictures. Lulu, to her great delight, appeared
in several and did herself credit.
"How are the fingers, dear child? have they been giving you much pain?"
the captain asked when he came to her room for the usual good-night
talk, sitting down as he spoke, drawing her to a seat upon his knee, and
taking the wounded hand tenderly in his.
"Only a twinge once in a while, papa," she said, putting the other arm
round his neck and smiling into his eyes. "It's been a very nice day for
me in spite of my accident; everybody has been so good and kind. I think
they tried to give me a pleasant part in as many of the tableaux as they
could to comfort me, and really after all it was only a little bit of a
hurt."
"But narrowly escaped being a very serious one. Ah my heart is full of
thankfulness to God for you, my darling, and for myself, that the injury
was no greater. You might have lost your fingers or your hand; you might
even have been killed by falling in such a way as to strike your head
very hard upon the ice."
"Did anybody ever get killed in that way, papa?" she asked.
"Yes, I have read or heard of one or two such cases, and had it happened
to you I could hardly forgive myself for letting go your hand."
"I'm sure you might feel that it was all my own fault, papa," she said
tightening her clasp of his neck and kissing him with ardent affection;
"every bit my own fault because I begged you to let me try it alone."
"No, that could not have excused me; because it is a father's duty to
take every care of his child, whether she wishes it or not; and it is my
settled purpose to do so henceforward," he said, returning her caress
with great tenderness.