They walked on, nearing the rink. "I'm not going to be horrid about her any more," said Dinah suddenly. "You must have thought me a perfect little cat. And so I was!"
"Oh, please!" protested Scott. "I didn't!"
She laughed. "That just shows how kind you are. It doesn't make me feel the least bit better. I was a cat. There! Oh, your brother is calling you. I think I'll go."
She blushed very deeply and quickened her steps. Sir Eustace had come to the edge of the rink.
"Stumpy!" he called. "Stumpy!"
"How dare he call you that?" said Dinah. "I can't think how you can put up with it."
Scott raised his shoulders slightly, philosophically. "Doesn't the cap fit?" he said.
"Not a bit," Dinah declared with emphasis. "I have another name for you that suits you far better."
"Oh! What is that?" he looked at her with smiling curiosity.
Dinah's blush deepened from carmine to crimson. "I call you—Mr.
Greatheart," she said, her voice very low. "Because you help everybody."