But three o'clock came and still no snow.
"I said it wouldn't!" announced Bobby triumphantly, meeting Meg at the
door, for he had had to go down to the cellar and borrow a match from
the janitor to light the little charcoal stove Mother Blossom had given
him to carry in his pocket.
"Feel how warm." Bobby held out the stove for Meg to hold in her hand.
"John had to light it for me, 'cause he was afraid I'd set myself on
fire. Silly! I guess I've lit matches before!"
As a matter of fact, Bobby had had very little to do with matches
unless an older person was about, but he did not like the janitor to
think he never had matches in his pocket.
Bobby had their skates over his arm, and the two children hurried down
to the pond. Already a number of skaters were out, and the ice was in
perfect condition. Bobby helped Meg buckle on her skates and then in a
few minutes he had adjusted his own, and they set off.
"Next year, maybe, we can have real hockey skates," said Meg. "The
twins are going to have double runners. But we've had fun on these,
haven't we?"
Bobby looked at his sister. She wore a bright red tam-o'-shanter cap
on her yellow hair, and her blue eyes sparkled like sapphires. Her
cheeks were rosy above the dark fur collar of her coat, and even if she
was his sister, Bobby had to admit that she was very pretty.
"Sure we've had fun on these skates," he agreed heartily. "You skate
fine now, Meg, honest you do.
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