As she said it, she took a chance whack at the puck with her hockey stick and sent it spinning. Over the ice it flew, while the girls looked on in fascinated horror, for it was heading directly for the boys, and never stopped until it had landed at the feet of the red-headed one.
“Betty!” gasped Lois.
Angela giggled outright. Then, for almost a minute there was absolute silence. All eyes were centered on the puck.
At last the red-headed boy lifted his stick and sent it back.
Betty called “Thank you ever so much,” and he answered:
“Don’t mention it,” and pulled off his military cap, completely uncovering his fiery head. Then he and his friends skated off in the opposite direction.
“It is red, and no mistake,” laughed Florence.
“It’s a wonder it doesn’t melt the ice,” Angela answered. “What’s the matter, Bet?” she added.
“You’re all very unkind, he can’t help it,” Betty replied, straightening up. “I’m sure he’s most polite. I like him,” she finished decidedly.
The girls didn’t know whether to tease her or not, so, to change the subject, Louise suggested the forgotten game.