CHAPTER VI
IT ALL COMES OUT
Before morning old Jack Frost snapped his fingers and the whole world was encased in ice. The sidewalks were a glare, the trees, and bushes, to their tiniest twig, were as brittle as icicles, and a thin white blanket had been laid upon the lawns along Whiffle Street.
It was the first really cold snap of winter. Chet Belding came clumping down to breakfast that Saturday morning.
"Skating shoes!" exclaimed his sister, Laura. "What for, Sir Knight?"
"I bet a feller can skate in the street—on the sidewalk—almost anywhere this morning," declared Chet, with enthusiasm.
"You don't mean to try it?" cried Laura.
"I'll eat my honorable grandmother's hat if I don't"
"Chetwood!"
The horrified ejaculation came from behind the coffee percolator. Mrs. Belding had been
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