She flung off her skates and smiled at the other girls. She smiled at Samuel when she asked him, to sharpen them against the next afternoon, and tipped him for his trouble.
But whereas the under gardener smiled in return and praised her skating, the girls stared at her as though she were a complete stranger. Grace turned her back contemptuously. Cora scowled blackly.
And when she was back in Number 30, West Side, making ready for supper, her roommate came in noisily, tossed her skates on the floor, and burst out with:
“Well! you’re a nice girl, you are!”
“What’s the matter now?” asked Nancy, with more courage than usual.
“I should think you’d ask!”
“I do ask,” said Nancy.
“Well, you’ve just about spoiled my—our—party.”
“How?”
“You know well enough,” snapped Cora.