“Look at the Conundrum Club!” cried Polly. “They have sweaters just alike. Do you suppose they’re Christmas presents?”
The sweaters were Christmas gifts. Carrie herself told Polly, when she skated up a few minutes later and asked to see the Riddle Club rings.
“How did you know we had rings?” Polly asked, surprised.
“Oh, some girl told me,” said Carrie. “I suppose they’re plated. But the monogram is kind of nice, only I think signet rings are rather old fashioned, don’t you?”
Polly wanted to laugh, for Carrie was trying the ring on as she spoke. Carrie seldom praised another’s possessions, but it was easy to see that she admired the new ring.
“I say, Fred,” called Joe Anderson, skating up, “let’s have a race. Bet you I can beat you to the bend and back.”
Margy pulled violently on Fred’s sweater.
“Don’t do it,” she whispered. “He cheats! Remember the time you coasted?”
Fred did remember, but a challenge was a challenge.
“All right, I’ll race you,” he said shortly.