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And
then
,
try
as
he
would
,
to
keep
his
balance
in
the
face
of
this
,
he
and
Lucille
and
Ratterer
and
Maida
Axelrod
were
thrown
down
and
spun
around
on
the
ice
like
curling
irons
.
And
Hortense
,
letting
go
of
him
at
the
right
moment
,
seemed
to
prefer
deliberately
to
hang
on
to
Sparser
.
Entangled
with
these
others
,
Clyde
and
they
spun
across
forty
feet
of
smooth
,
green
ice
and
piled
against
a
snow
bank
.
At
the
finish
,
as
he
found
,
Lucille
Nickolas
was
lying
across
his
knees
face
down
in
such
a
spanking
position
that
he
was
compelled
to
laugh
.
And
Maida
Axelrod
was
on
her
back
,
next
to
Ratterer
,
her
legs
straight
up
in
the
air
;
on
purpose
he
thought
.
She
was
too
coarse
and
bold
for
him
.
And
there
followed
,
of
course
,
squeals
and
guffaws
of
delight
--
so
loud
that
they
could
be
heard
for
half
a
mile
.
Hegglund
,
intensely
susceptible
to
humor
at
all
times
,
doubled
to
the
knees
,
slapped
his
thighs
and
bawled
.
And
Sparser
opened
his
big
mouth
and
chortled
and
grimaced
until
he
was
scarlet
.
So
infectious
was
the
result
that
for
the
time
being
Clyde
forgot
his
jealousy
.
He
too
looked
and
laughed
.
But
Clyde
's
mood
had
not
changed
really
.
He
still
felt
that
she
was
n't
playing
fair
.
At
the
end
of
all
this
playing
Lucille
Nickolas
and
Tina
Kogel
being
tired
,
dropped
out
.
And
Hortense
,
also
.
Clyde
at
once
left
the
group
to
join
her
.
Ratterer
then
followed
Lucille
.
Then
the
others
separating
,
Hegglund
pushed
Maida
Axelrod
before
him
down
stream
out
of
sight
around
a
bend
.
Higby
,
seemingly
taking
his
cue
from
this
,
pulled
Tina
Kogel
up
stream
,
and
Ratterer
and
Lucille
,
seeming
to
see
something
of
interest
,
struck
into
a
thicket
,
laughing
and
talking
as
they
went
.
Even
Sparser
and
Laura
,
left
to
themselves
,
now
wandered
off
,
leaving
Clyde
and
Hortense
alone
.
And
then
,
as
these
two
wandered
toward
a
fallen
log
which
here
paralleled
the
stream
,
she
sat
down
.
But
Clyde
,
smarting
from
his
fancied
wounds
,
stood
silent
for
the
time
being
,
while
she
,
sensing
as
much
,
took
him
by
the
belt
of
his
coat
and
began
to
pull
at
him
.
"
Giddap
,
horsey
,
"
she
played
.
"
Giddap
.
My
horsey
has
to
skate
me
now
on
the
ice
.
"
Clyde
looked
at
her
glumly
,
glowering
mentally
,
and
not
to
be
diverted
so
easily
from
the
ills
which
he
felt
to
be
his
.
"
Whadd
'
ye
wanta
let
that
fellow
Sparser
always
hang
around
you
for
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
I
saw
you
going
up
the
creek
there
with
him
a
while
ago
.
What
did
he
say
to
you
up
there
?
"
"
He
did
n't
say
anything
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
of
course
not
,
"
he
replied
cynically
and
bitterly
.
"
And
maybe
he
did
n't
kiss
you
,
either
.
"
"
I
should
say
not
,
"
she
replied
definitely
and
spitefully
,
"
I
'd
like
to
know
what
you
think
I
am
,
anyhow
.
I
do
n't
let
people
kiss
me
the
first
time
they
see
me
,
smarty
,
and
I
want
you
to
know
it
.
