remarked Bart to his chums one morning early in December as they were on their way to school after the Thanksgiving holidays. "Accidentally we were able to do quite a lot for them, but I'd like to do more."
"I'm glad Jane has a place," observed Fenn.
"Good thing it isn't in Darewell," said Frank.
"Why? "asked Fenn.
"Because you'd be hanging around the store where she was whenever you had the chance, Stumpy, to see her home."
Frank did not dodge quickly enough to escape the snowball Fenn threw at him, and caught it on the head. But he laughed good-naturedly. It was the price for his joke and he was willing to pay it.
"Let's go skating this afternoon," suggested Bart. The river edge is fine almost up to the Riffles."
"Good!" exclaimed Ned. "We'll have a race."
School was dismissed for the day at three o'clock and as soon as they were out the boys hurried home for their skates. The weather was crisp and cold, just right for a fine spin up the frozen stream.
The four chums were soon gliding over the smooth surface on which were a number of other boys and girls enjoying the sport.
