multitude of
gold-fish, a pair of swans, some geese, and a bevy of ducks with lovely
rings of red, purple, and gold-green feathers about their necks.

Here Nell and the boys found fine sport throwing crackers into the
water, and watching the ducks and fishes rush for them, but came away in
high disgust because one old drake gave the ducks and fishes hardly any
chance at all, but darted and dived and bobbed about so fast that he
grabbed a dozen pieces to their one.

"Good-by, old greedy; hope you'll never come up again!" cried Jack,
moving away, as the nimble fellow dove head-first till nothing but his
funny tail flirted above the water.

A peep at the deer, pony-rides for the boys, and a drive in the
goat-carriage for Nell, varied our ramble to the Aerial Skating Rink,
which we found on the other side of the Park.

As we came in sight of the elevated square of asphalt pavement, with its
gay cavalcade of skaters flitting to and fro inside the railings, the
boys hurrahed with delight.

"It's perfectly glorious; let's try it," shouted Harry, bounding down
the hill-side, followed closely by Jack.

"I could do that too," said Nell, imitating the movements of the
skaters.

"You shall try," replied I; and a minute later we were inside the
square, bargaining for a lesson on the odd three-wheeled triangular
arrangement, with its horse's head and handled reins.

"Plant your feet firmly on this brace," said the instructor, showing
Nell the iron bar; "hold the reins well in hand, bend your right knee,
and strike out with your foot as if skating; now your left; and away you
go."

Sure enough, off shot Nell, managing to keep up a tolerable speed, then
slacking, then increasing, then coming to a dead halt, as Jack,
shouting, "Clear the track!" bore down on her car, almost upsetting it.

"A miss is as good as a mile," screams Harry, flying by on the other
side, with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.

"Strike out, little girl!" cries a lad, giving Nell's car a push, and
sending her speeding along. In and out, around and about, they fly, like
mimic charioteers, until, fairly exhausted, they are willing to stop,
and go over to the Rotary Yacht, whose snow-white wings are visible from
the hill-top.

A pleasant walk across the sloping meadow and along by the side of a
small lake brings us to this novel boat, which is merely a great hollow
ring of seats, with oars and rowlocks for calm, and sails for breezy,
weather.

We s