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ice and turns a somersault as he picks it up。 Without stopping he snatches the cap from Jacob Poot's astonished head and claps it back again 〃hindside before。〃 Lookers…on hurrah and laugh。 Foolish boy！ It is arctic weather under your feet； but more than temperate over head。 Big drops already are rolling down your forehead。 Superb skater as you are； you may lose the race。
A French traveler； standing with a notebook in his hand； sees our English friend； Ben； buy a doughnut of the dwarf's brother and eat it。 Thereupon he writes in his notebook that the Dutch take enormous mouthfuls and universally are fond of potatoes boiled in molasses。
There are some familiar faces near the white columns。 Lambert； Ludwig； Peter； and Carl are all there； cool and in good skating order。 Hans is not far off。 Evidently he is going to join in the race； for his skates are onthe very pair that he sold for seven guilders！ He had soon suspected that his fairy godmother was the mysterious 〃friend〃 who bought them。 This settled； he had boldly charged her with the deed； and she； knowing well that all her little savings had been spent in the purchase； had not had the face to deny it。 Through the fairy godmother； too； he had been rendered amply able to buy them back again。 Therefore Hans is to be in the race。 Carl is more indignant than ever about it； but as three other peasant boys have entered； Hans is not alone。
Twenty boys and twenty girls。 The latter； by this time； are standing in front； braced for the start； for they are to have the first 〃run。〃 Hilda； Rychie； and Katrinka are among themtwo or three bend hastily to give a last pull at their skate straps。 It is pretty to see them stamp； to be sure that all is firm。 Hilda is speaking pleasantly to a graceful little creature in a red jacket and a new brown petticoat。 Why； it is Gretel！ What a difference those pretty shoes make； and the skirt and the new cap。 Annie Bouman is there； too。 Even Janzoon Kolp's sister has been admitted； but Janzoon himself has been voted out by the directors； because he killed the stork； and only last summer was caught in the act of robbing a bird's nest； a legal offence in Holland。
This Janzoon Kolp； you see； wasThere； I cannot tell the story just now。 The race is about to commence。
Twenty girls are formed in a line。 The music has ceased。
A man； whom we shall call the crier； stands between the columns and the first judges' stand。 He reads the rules in a loud voice： 〃The girls and boys are to race in turn； until one girl and one boy have beaten twice。 They are to start in a line from the united columns； skate to the flagstaff line； turn； and then come back to the starting point； thus making a mile at each run。〃
A flag is waved from the judges' stand。 Madame van Gleck rises in her pavilion。 She leans forward with a white handkerchief in her hand。 When she drops it； a bugler is to give the signal for them to start。
The handkerchief is fluttering to the ground！ Hark！
They are off！
No。 Back again。 Their line was not true in passing the judges' stand。
The signal is repeated。
Off again。 No mistake this time。 Whew！ How fast they go！
The multitude is quiet for an instant； absorbed in eager； breathless watching。
Cheers spring up along the line of spectators。 Huzza！ Five girls are ahead。 Who comes flying back from the boundary mark？ We cannot tell。 Something red； that is all。 There is a blue spot flitting near it； and a dash of yellow nearer still。 Spectators at this end of the line strain their eyes and wish they had taken their post nearer the flagstaff。
The wave of cheers is coming back again。 Now we can see。 Katrinka is ahead！
She passes the Van Holp pavilion。 The next is Madame van Gleck's。 That leaning figure gazing from it is a magnet。 Hilda shoots past Katrinka； waving her hand to her mother as she passes。 Two others are close now； whizzing on like arrows。 What is that flash of red and gray？ Hurray； it is Gretel！ She； too； waves her hand； but toward no gay pavilion。 The crowd is cheering； but she hears only her father's voice。 〃Well done； little Gretel！〃 Soon Katrinka； with a quick； merry laugh； shoots past Hilda。 The girl in yellow is gaining now。 She passes them all； all except Gretel。 The judges lean forward without seeming to lift their eyes from their watches。 Cheer after cheer fills the air； the very columns seem rocking。 Gretel has passed them。 She has won。
〃Gretel Brinker； one mile！〃 shouts the crier。
The judges nod。 They write something upon a tablet which each holds in his hand。
While the girls are restingsome crowding eagerly around our frightened little Gretel； some standing aside in high disdainthe boys form a line。
Mynheer van Gleck drops the handkerchief this time。 The buglers give a vigorous blast！ The boys have started！
Halfway already！ Did ever you see the like？
Three hundred legs flashing by in an instant。 But there are only twenty boys。 No matter； there were hundreds of legs； I am sure！ Where are they now？ There is such a noise； one gets bewildered。 What are the people laughing at？ Oh； at that fat boy in the rear。 See him go！ See him！ He'll be down in an instant； no； he won't。 I wonder if he knows he is all alone； the other boys are nearly at the boundary line。 Yes； he knows it。 He stops！ He wipes his hot face。 He takes off his cap and looks about him。 Better to give up with a good grace。 He has made a hundred friends by that hearty； astonished laugh。 Good Jacob Poot！
The fine fellow is already among the spectators； gazing as eagerly as the rest。
A cloud of feathery ice flies from the heels of the skaters as they 〃bring to〃 and turn at the flagstaffs。
Something black is coming now； one of the boysit is all we know。 He has touched the vox humana stop of the crowd； it fairly roars。 Now they come nearerwe can see the red cap。 There's Benthere's Peterthere's Hans！
Hans is ahead！ Young Madame van Gend almost crushes the flowers in her hand； she had been quite sure that Peter would be first。 Carl Schummel is next； then Ben； and the youth with the red cap。 A tall figure darts from among them。 He passes the red cap； he passes Ben； then Carl。 Now it is an even race between him and Hans。 Madame van Gend catches her breath。
It is Peter！ He is ahead！ Hans shoots past him。 Hilda's eyes fill with tears。 Peter MUST beat。 Annie's eyes flash proudly。 Gretel gazes with clasped handsfour strokes more will take her brother to the columns。
He is there！ Yes； but so was young Schummel just a second before。 At the last instant Carl； gathering his powers； had whizzed between them and passed the goal。
〃Carl Schummel； one mile！〃 shouts the crier。
Soon Madame van Gleck rises again。 The falling handkerchief starts the bugle； and the bugle； using its voice as a bowstring； shoots of twenty girls like so many arrows。
It is a beautiful sight； but one has not long to look； before we can fairly distinguish them they are far in the distance。 This time they are close upon one another。 it is hard to say as they come speeding back from the flagstaff which will reach the columns first。 There are new faces amon