upon the canal.

They had skated but a few moments when Carl Schummel said mockingly
to Hilda, "There's a pretty pair just coming upon the ice! The little
ragpickers! Their skates must have been a present from the king direct."

"They are patient creatures," said Hilda gently. "It must have been hard
to learn to skate upon such queer affairs. They are very poor peasants,
you see. The boy has probably made the skates himself."

Carl was somewhat abashed.

"Patient they may be, but as for skating, they start off pretty well,
only to finish with a jerk. They could move well to your new staccato
piece, I think."

Hilda laughed pleasantly and left him. After joining a small detachment
of the racers and sailing past every one of them, she halted beside
Gretel, who, with eager eyes, had been watching the sport.

"What is your name, little girl?"

"Gretel, my lady," answered the child, somewhat awed by Hilda's rank,
though they were nearly of the same age, "and my brother is called
Hans."

"Hans is a stout fellow," said Hilda cheerily, "and seems to have a
warm stove somewhere within him, but YOU look cold. You should wear more
clothing, little one."

Gretel, who had nothing else to wear, tried to laugh as she answered, "I
am not so very little. I am past twelve years old."

"Oh, I beg your pardon. You see, I am nearly fourteen, and so large for
my age that other girls seem small to me, but that is nothing. Perhaps
you will shoot up far above me yet, but not unless you dress more
warmly, though. Shivering girls never grow."

Hans flushed as he saw tears rising in Gretel's eyes.

"My sister has not complained of the cold, but this is bitter weather,
they all say." And he looked sadly upon Gretel.

"It is nothing," said Gretel. "I am often warm--too warm when I
am skating. You are good, jufvrouw, *{Miss; young lady (pronounced
yuffrow). In studied or polite address it would be jongvrowe (pronounced
youngfrow).} to think of it."

"No, no," answered Hilda, quite angry at herself. "I am careless, cruel,
but I meant no harm. I wanted to ask you--I mean, if--" And here Hilda,
coming to the point of her errand, faltered before the poorly clad but
noble-looking children she wished to serve.

"What is it, young lady?" exclaimed Hans eagerly. "If there is any
service I can do, any--"

"Oh, no, no," laughed Hilda, shaking off her embarrassment. "I only
wished to speak to you about the grand race. Why do you not join it?