Click click click went three pairs of skates as three snugly-dressed girls fairly flew along the frozen surface of the lake. "Isn't it glorious?" cried the laughing, brown-eyed one, who was no other than Billie Bradley, as she threw back her head and sniffed the crisp, cold air. "Who ever heard of the lake freezing over in the middle of November? And the ice is pretty solid, too."