not warmly enough to melt the ice. The steel skates of the five children rang out a merry tune as they clicked over the frozen surface of the lake.
"Hurrah! Here we are!" cried Bert at last, as he skated on ahead and sat down on a bench in front of the "Chocolate Cabin," as they called the place. He began taking off his skates.
"Come on!" he called to the others. "I'll order the chocolate for you and have it cooling," for there was more trouble with Flossie's skate and Nan had stopped to help her fix it.
"Don't order chocolate for me, Bert!" called Nan. "I want malted milk. The chocolate is too sweet."
"Guess you're afraid of your complexion, Sis!" laughed Bert, as he went inside the little wooden house.
"Oh, Flossie, take both your skates off and walk the rest of the way," advised Nan, after she had tried, without much success, to fix the troublesome strap. "We'll get there sooner."
"All right," agreed Flossie. "It's a bother—this skate. I'm going to get a new pair."
