"Course you've got feet, Dot," said Sammy, staggering a good deal himself when he walked toward her. "Just you jump up and down like this," and he proceeded to follow his own advice.

"But won't we break through the ice?" murmured the smallest Corner House girl.

"Why, Dot! do you s'pose," demanded Tess, "that you can jump hard enough to break through two feet of ice?"

"Well, I never tried it before, did I?" demanded Dot. "How should _I_ know what might happen to the old ice?"

Agnes hurried the little ones over to the shanty of the friendly fisher-woman, where they could get warm and be sheltered from the raw wind that still puffed down in gusts from the hills.

Tom Jonah had jumped out of the c.o.c.kpit of the ice-boat and found himself immediately in the middle of what Luke Shepard called "a fine ruction."

"Canines to right of him, canines to left of him, volleyed and thundered!" laughed the college youth. "Hey! call off your fish-hounds, or Tom Jonah will eat them up."

One cur was already running away yelping and limping; the others took notice that the old dog had powerful jaws. But Ruth insisted that Tom Jonah be put on a leash, and Luke meekly obeyed. Indeed, he was likely to do almost anything that the oldest Corner House girl told him to do, "right up to jumping through the ring of a doughnut!" his sister whispered to Mrs. MacCall in great glee.

"Well, my la.s.sie," was the housekeeper's comment, "he might be mindin'

a much worse mistress than our Ruthie."

Nothing that Ruth could or did do in most matters was wrong in Mrs.

MacCall's opinion, even if she did criticize the Kenways' charity. If Luke Shepard some day expected to get Ruth for his wife, the housekeeper considered that it was only right he should first learn to obey Ruth's behests in all things.

Ruth had a word to say to Neale and Agnes at this time. She pointed out to those two restless and reckless younger ones that there must be no such venturesome escapades during the remainder of this winter vacation as that connected with the ice-scooter.

"If you have no respect for your own bones, think of our feelings,"

she concluded. "Why! I almost had heart disease when I saw that horrid scooter fly past with Agnes up in the air as though she were on a flying trapeze."

"Shucks, Ruth!" said Neale, "you know I wouldn't let any harm come to Aggie."

"Now, Neale," returned the older girl, "how would you keep her from getting hurt if that ice-boat broke in two, for instance?"

"Oh, well--"

"That's what I thought!" snapped Ruth. "You had not thought of that."

"Don't scold him! Don't scold Neale!" begged Agnes. "He's all right."

"Oh, no, he isn't," said Ruth grimly. "One side of him is left! And you will promise to be good or I'll make Mr. Howbridge send Neale home, right from here."

"Oh!" cried her sister. "You would not be so mean, Ruthie Kenway."

"I don't know but I would," Ruth rejoined. "I don't think so much of boys, anyway--"

"Not until they get to be collegians," whispered Neale shrilly from behind his hand.

Ruth's eyes snapped at that, and she marched away without another word. Mr. Howbridge refrained from commenting upon the incident, for he saw that Ruth had said quite all that was necessary.

Neale and Agnes were much abashed. They followed the others slowly toward the village on the ice. Neale said:

"Well, if she says I can't go any farther I'll stay right here and fish until you come back, Aggie."

"Oh, Neale! You wouldn't!"

"Why not? Maybe I'd make a little money. If two twelve year old girls could stand it for a week here, I don't see why I couldn't stand it for three weeks."

"I've been thinking about those two girls that woman told us about,"

said Agnes with sudden eagerness.

"What about 'em?"

"Do you s'pose they were girls, Neale O'Neil?"

"Why! what do you mean? How do I know? The woman said they were."

"But two _girls_--and only twelve! It doesn't seem probable. I should think the police--"

"Didn't you hear that woman say there were no constables out here on the ice?" said Neale.

"I don't care! I'm suspicious," declared Agnes.

"Not of that fisher-woman?" asked the boy, puzzled indeed.

"No, no! But no two girls in this world would ever have considered coming out here on the ice to fish. How ridiculous!"

"Say! what are you trying to get at, Agnes Kenway?" demanded her friend. "You do have the craziest ideas!"

"Do I, Mr. Smartie?" she returned. "At least they are ideas. You never seem to suspect a living thing, Neale O'Neil."

"Oh! I give it up," he groaned. "You are too much for me. I'm lashed to the post and you have left me behind."

"Oh, do come on!" exclaimed Agnes, hastily dragging at his jacket sleeve. "If you don't know what I'm about, just keep still and listen."

"Oh, I'll do that little thing for you," returned Neale. "I can be as dumb as a mute quahog with the lockjaw--just watch me!"

He tagged on behind Agnes with much interest. The girl hurried to the shack into which the little folks had been taken for warmth. Mrs.

MacCall was there with them, talking with the genial fisher-woman.

"Hech!" exclaimed the housekeeper, warming her blue hands, "but this is a strange way to live. 'Tis worse than sheep herding in the Highlands. 'Tis so!"

"'Tain't so bad," said the woman. "And there's good money in the fish.

We are mostly all c.o.xford people here--or folks from back in the hills. Few stragglers come here to bother us."

"But you said two strangers had been here this winter," Agnes interposed, eagerly.

"I said so," the woman agreed. "Two stragglers. Two girls," and she laughed. "But they didn't stay long. They kept to themselves like, and never did us any harm."

"Say, Maw!" The voice came out of a shadowy corner. It was gloomy in the shack, for the sun had now dipped below the hills and twilight had come.

"That's my Bob," said the woman. "He's about the age of them two gals."