able to skate like that some day. Presently he let go of his
grandfather's hand and tried to skate by himself.

"I can do it, just as nice," he was boasting when one foot went out and
the other doubled up and Sunny Boy went down flat!

"Hurt?" asked Grandpa Horton, helping him up. "No one ever learned to
skate without a fall or two, Sunny Boy."

"It didn't hurt me," said Sunny Boy bravely. "At least, not very much.
But the ice is pretty slippery, isn't it, Grandpa? And it is hard,
too."

He took hold of his grandfather's hand again, though, after this
tumble, and they were both having a fine time when they heard some one
shout.

"Why, it's the policeman!" said Grandpa Horton, in surprise. "I didn't
realize how far out we were, Sunny Boy. He's motioning. We must go
in. Hurry, laddie!"

The policeman stood on the shore, shouting and waving his arm. As the
skaters heard him they began to move toward him, and in a minute there
was a pushing, hurrying throng, some skating, some trying to run.

"Everybody ashore!" shouted the policeman. "Everybody off!"

A crowd of skaters rushed for the head of the pond. Sunny Boy felt his
hand pulled from Grandpa Horton's and he spun around like a little top.
When he stopped spinning he landed on his hands and knees and several