It was all very fine, but there seemed to be considerable worry about the new high fence taking fire and burning during the night.

So they've concluded to run wires across from side to side, and string electric lights for use on dark nights, but only when the skating is good." Thad looked pleased.
"Why, that's a boss idea; who suggested it, Hugh ?" he demanded.
"Oh! somebody just happened to think of it, and the committee agreed it was a good scheme," returned Hugh; but something about his manner told Thad the truth.
"Huh! I can give a pretty good guess who that smart chap is; but don't bother trying to deny it, Hugh.

The only bad thing about it in my mind is that we'll miss those jolly fires.

It's always been so fine to skate up and stand before one, to get warm, and hear the flames crackle, while the girl you're skating with sits on a log, or something like that, to warm her feet." "Oh! well, when you want the romantic side of night-skating, Thad, you'll have to go out to Hobson's mill-pond, like you say you used to do.

There, with plenty of wood handy, you can have the biggest fire you feel like making.