Daddy Takes Us Skating

Daddy Takes Us Skating

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Title: Daddy Takes Us Skating
Author: Howard R. Garis
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DADDY TAKES US SKATING
By
HOWARD R. GARIS
1914

CHAPTER I
A COLD NIGHT
"Oh, how red your nose is!" cried little Mabel Blake, one day, as her
brother Hal came running out of the school yard, where he had been
playing with some other boys. Mabel was waiting for him to walk
home with her as he had promised.

"So's your's red, too, Mab!" Harry said. "It's as red--as red as some of
the crabs we boiled at our seashore cottage this summer."
"Is my nose red?" asked Mab of some of her girl friends.
"It surely is!" replied Jennie Bruce. "All our noses are red!" she went
on. "It's the cold that makes 'em so. It's very cold to-day, and soon it
will be winter, with lots of snow and ice! Oh! I just love winter!"
"Come on, Hal!" called Mab. "Let's hurry home before it gets any
colder!"
"Let's run!" suggested Hal. "When you run you get warm, and you
don't mind the cold."
"What makes us get warm when we run?" his sister inquired, as she
took hold of his hand and raced along beside him.
"I don't know," Hal answered, "but we'll ask Daddy when we get home.
He can tell us everything."
"Huh! Not everything!" cried Sammie Jones, one of the nice boys with
whom Hal played, "Your father doesn't know everything."
"Yes he does, too!" exclaimed Hal. Doesn't he, Mab?"
"Yep!" answered the little girl, shaking her head from side to side so
fast that you could hardly tell which were her curls and which was her
hair ribbon.
"Huh! Does your father know what makes a steam engine go?" asked
Sammie.
"Sure he does!" said Hal. "And he told us about it once, too; didn't he,
Mab?"
"Yes, he did," the little girl answered. "I know, too. It's hot water in the
boiler that makes it go. The hot water swells up, and turns into steam,
and the steam pushes on the wheels, and that makes the engine go."

"And our Daddy knows what makes an automobile go, too," went on
Hal. "He knows everything."
"Huh! Well, I guess mine does then, too!" spoke Sammie. I'm going to
ask him what--what--makes it lightning!"
"And then will you tell us?" asked Mab, for she and Hal wanted to
know about everything they saw.
"Yes, I'll tell you," promised Sammie. "And we'll ask Daddy Blake
what makes us warm inside when we run," went on Hal, "and then we'll
tell you that, Sammie."
The children ran home from school, and, thought it was cold, for it was
almost winter now, they did not mind it. Their noses got more and
more red, it is true, but they knew when they were in the house, near
the warm fire, the red would all fade out.
Hal and Mab said good-bye to Sammie, as he turned down his street,
and then the little Blake boy and girl, hand in hand, ran on to their
house.
As they reached it they saw their mamma and their Aunt Lolly out in
the front yard, bringing in pots of flowers and vines.
"Quick, children!" called Mamma Blake, "You are just in time! Here,
Hal, you and Mab put down your books" and help us to carry in the
flowers. Take only the small pots, and don't drop them, or get any dirt
on your clothes."
"Oh, I'm sure something will happen if you let the children carry any of
the flowers!" cried Aunt Lolly, who was a dear, fussy little old lady.
"They'll drop them on their toes, or spill the dirt on the floor--or
something."
"Oh, I guess not," laughed Mamma Blake. "Anyhow we need help to
get all the plants in before dark. There is going to be a very heavy frost,
and everything will freeze hard to-night. It will be very cold!"

"Is that why you are bringing in the plants, mamma?" asked Mab.
"Yes, so they will not freeze and die," Mrs. Blake answered. "Flowers
freeze very easily."
The children were glad to help their mother and Aunt Lolly. Roly-Poly,
the fat little white poodle dog, tried