--and the triumph was to slide the whole length and keep one's
head well up. You could spread your arms out like a windmill, only you
might come in contact with some other arms, and the great thing was to
preserve a correct and elegant balance. Sometimes there were parties of
large girls, and then the little ones had to retire elsewhere lest they
might get run over and have a bad fall.

One of the pretty ways was to gather up one's skirt by an adroit
movement, and suddenly squat down and sail along like a ball. There was
a great art in going down, for you could lurch over so easily, and you
were almost sure to come down on your nose.

Primrose and Bella went out together after the former learned her way
about a little. And though Anabella seemed a rather precise body and
easily shocked over some things, she was quite fond of the boys, and
often timed their play hour so as to meet the boys coming home from
school, and have a laughing chat with them.

Primrose had a scarlet coat edged with fur and a hood to match. She
looked very charming in it, and even a stranger could see the glances of
admiration bestowed upon her. She was very shy with strangers, though
she did make friends with two or three girls.

"You must be very careful," declared the pretentious Bella. "I wouldn't
take so much notice of that Hannah Lee. They are very common people. Her
father is a blacksmith and her mother was a servant before she was
married. And they are Quakers."

"So was my own father and my dear mother."

"But your mother wasn't really, you know, and she had all those English
Wardour relations, and was well connected. But the Lees are very common
people, and poor. You see such people hang to you when you are grown up.
My mother says one cannot be too careful. Then I think Aunt Wetherill
would not approve."

She did like the fresh, rosy, brown-eyed Hannah Lee, though her dress,
from crown almost to toe, was drab, and somewhat faded at that. Her gray
beaver hat was tied snugly under her chin, and her yarn stockings were
gray. Her shoes had plain black buckles on them. But there were other
little gray birds as well, and some Quaker damsels were in cloth and
fur.

Primrose thought she would ask Aunt Wetherill. One morning she was up in
the sewing room and Patty was downstairs pressing out a gown that was
to be made over.

"You look nice and rosy, little Primrose," said the lady. "A run out of
doors is a good thing for you. I saw a f