“Learning be hanged! I’ll show you that I’m not a bookworm but as much a man as any of them, and then you may be proud or not, as you like!” cried Mac with a defiant nod that caused the glasses to leap wildly off his nose as he caught up his hat and departed as he came.
A day or two later Rose went to call upon Aunt Jane, as she dutifully did once or twice a week. On her way upstairs she heard a singular sound in the drawing room and involuntarily stopped to listen.
“One, two, three, slide! One, two, three, turn! Now, then, come on!” said one voice impatiently.
“It’s very easy to say ‘come on,’ but what the dickens do I do with my left leg while I’m turning and sliding with my right?” demanded another voice in a breathless and mournful tone.
Then the whistling and thumping went on more
