e it:

"It's just grand, as the Bishop said. At first I could hardly breathe
and I was dizzy. Now I do as Gwen tells me and I love it! I should
like to stay out here all day!"

"Wait till dinner-time! Then you'll be ready enough to go in.
Tobogganing is the hungriest work--or play--there can possibly be!"
said Gwendolyn, pirouetting about on the ice as gracefully as on a
waxed floor, the merriest, happiest girl in all that throng. Not only
Dorothy but many another observed her with surprise. This was a new
Gwen, not the stand-offish sort of creature who had once so haughtily
scorned all their fun. She had always tobogganed, every year that she
had been in that school, but she had never enjoyed it like this; and
again as the Bishop regarded her, he nodded his head in satisfaction
and said to the matron:

"I told you so. I knew it. Do a kindness to somebody and it will
return to yourself in happiness a thousand fold."

"Thanks, dear Bishop! I'll try to remember," merrily answered she;
noticing that Gwendolyn had drawn near enough to hear, and taking this
little preachment to herself to prevent Gwendolyn's doing so. She was
so pleased by sight of the girl's present happiness that she wished
nothing to cloud it, and believing herself discussed would certainly
offend proud, sensitive Gwen.

Almost two hours had passed, and a few were beginning to tire of the
really arduous sport, with its upward climb, so out of proportion to
the swift descent; when suddenly fresh shouts of laughter rang out
from the high platform and those ascending made haste to join the
others at the top.

There stood old John Gilpin and Robin, the latter's young bones now
sound and strong again, and himself much the better for his sojourn at
the cottage with his enforced rest and abundance of good food.

"Well, well! How be ye all? Hearty, you look, and reg'lar circus
pictures in them warm duds! Good day to your Reverence, Bishop, and I
hope I see you in good health. My humble respects, your Reverence, and
I thought as how I'd just step up and ask your Reverence might my lad
here and me have a try on your slide. I thought--why, sir, the talk
on't has spread way into town a'ready, sir, and there'll be more
beggars nor me seekin' use on't, your Reverence--"

The prelate's hearty laughter rang out on the frosty air, a sound
delightful to hear, so full it was of genial humanity, and he grasped
the hand of the old teamster as warmly as he would that