shoeing; want to see my runners?” And, with great pride, Rob led them to the door, and exhibited a pair of long, narrow boards, slightly turned up at one end, and furnished midway with a strap of heavy leather to support the toe.
“The genuine Norwegian article,” he explained. “That man from out West, that civil engineer, you know, says they use them for their camping parties in the blizzards. He let me see his, so I made these. It’s lots of fun, see?” and he went striding away over the four feet of snow as if it were covered with an icy crust. Then he came back, took off his coat, and prepared to tell his adventures.
“I thought you might be getting hungry,” he said, “so I stopped at the market on my way up, and took what I could get. Hope you aren’t particular.”
“Not a bit,” declared Bess. “We are starved until we will eat anything.”
“All the better,” said Rob. “Here, Fred, catch hold of these.” And he piled into his arms two bologna sausages, a can of potted chicken, a slice of round steak, a can of con-
