On Friday Arnold went back to Greenhaven with Toby and shared the latter’s none too generous bed, since a guest chamber was something the little house didn’t boast, until Sunday. A sharp breeze Friday night provided fair skating on the marsh and it was on Saturday that Toby received his first instruction in the duties of a hockey player. They had no hockey sticks and so they used two lengths of wood that Long Tim cut for them in the boat shed and a block of mahogany. Toby found that while he could out-skate his chum in a straight-away race, the latter could out-maneuver him with ease. Arnold could stop and turn and dodge with the quickness of a cat! Toby’s efforts to emulate him resulted in many laughable and sometimes jarring upsets. Perhaps that lesson didn’t increase his knowledge beyond showing him what a lot he had to learn, but it provided a heap of fun. Sunday morning they tramped over to the Head, through a biting easterly gale, and Arnold, who had provided himself with the key of his father’s summer house there, rummaged through the dark rooms for an elusive baseman’s glove. Eventually it came to light, but not before the two boys were pretty well chilled through. They tried to light a fire in the kitchen range to warm themselves by before setting out on the return journey, but the range absolutely refused to draw and they had finally to flee, choking and coughing from the smoke that billowed through the cracks. Half-way back Arnold suddenly began to laugh and in answer to Toby’s concerned inquiries explained that the reason the stove hadn’t drawn was because the chimney-tops were carefully covered, a fact which he had forgotten until the moment!