So Nancy went down to the ice that evening very much encouraged—and more excited than she had ever been since coming to Pinewood Hall.
CHAPTER XIX
THE RACES
The straightaway races came first. Corinne, in her cherry-colored sweater and black cap and black, short skirt, looked startlingly pretty. And how she could skate—for a little way!
Between posts the Canadian senior carried off all honors—beating every other girl easily.
And she could do fancy “stunts” like a boy—whirling on one skate after a running start, cutting the double-eight, spinning like a top—oh, a whole lot of things that Nancy, or any other younger girl, had never attempted.
Yet when they lined up for the second race—one lap around the course—Nancy, who chanced to stand next to Corinne, knew that the captain of the West Side was breathing too heavily for a girl just entering a trial of speed.
“She’s not going to win this time,” thought Nancy, and looked down the line of contestants. Cora Rathmore was near the far end. “I hope she won’t be the lucky one,” thought Nancy.