Susan had never skated before, but she was longing to try - it looked so graceful and so easy. At lunch-time Aunt Lucy wondered whether she ought, after being in bed, but Uncle Charles seemed to think that it would be all right if she didn't get overheated and so get another chill.
"Overheated!" thought Susan later, lying on her back on the ice for the twentieth time, "I shall die of exposure. And be glad to-"
From SUSAN PULLS THE STRINGS, Chapter 8, The Empty House Next Door.