"Now mind," cried Gretel, seeing her advantage, "I'll feel awful if you give up the skates. _I_ don't want them. I'm not such a stingy as that; but I want _you_ to have them, and then when I get bigger they'll do for me--oh-h--count the pieces, Hans. Did ever you see so many!" Hans turned the money thoughtfully in his palm. Never in all his life had he longed so intensely for a pair of skates, for he had known of the race and had, boy-like, fairly ached for a chance to test his powers with the other children. He felt confident that with a good pair of steel runners, he could readily distance most of the boys on the canal. Then, too, Gretel's argument was so plausible. On the other hand, he knew that she, with her strong but lithe little frame, needed but a week's practice on good runners, to make her a better skater than Rychie Korbes or even Katrinka Flack. As soon as this last thought flashed upon him his resolve was made. If Gretel would not have the jacket, she should have the skates. "No, Gretel," he answered at last, "I can wait. Some day I may have money enough saved to buy a fine pair. You shall have these." Gretel's eyes sparkled; but in another instant she insisted, rather faintly: "The young lady gave the money to _you_, Hans. I'd be real bad to take it." Hans shook his head, resolutely, as he trudged on, causing his sister to half skip and half walk in her effort to keep beside him; by this time they had taken off their wooden "rockers," and were hastening home to tell their mother the good news. "Oh! _I_ know!" cried Gretel, in a sprightly tone. "You can do this. You can get a pair a little too small for you, and too big for me, and we can take turns and use them. Won't that be fine?" and Gretel clapped her hands again. Poor Hans! This was a strong temptation, but he pushed it away from him, brave-hearted fellow that he was. "Nonsense, Gretel. You could never get on with a big pair. You stumbled about with these, like a blind chicken, before I curved off the ends. No, you must have a pair to fit exactly, and you must practice every chance you can get, until the Twentieth comes. My little Gretel shall win the silver skates." Gretel could not help laughing with delight at the very idea. "Hans! Gretel!" called out a familiar voice. "Coming, mother!" and they hastened toward the cottage, Hans still shaking the pieces of silver in his hand. * * * * *