“It certainly is,” replied Betty, remembering with a creepy feeling her last encounters with the young gentleman, and the girls skated off without further comment. “O, I hope, Cathalina, that it wasn’t that Holley man that looked over my shoulders!”
“So do I!”
“They are starting back to the Hall now. I could skate on all night from now on,” declared Betty.
“You think so now,” said Cathalina, “but you would be one tired little girl without that good dinner that we’re going to have. Who, do you suppose, will take us in to dinner?”
“I hope we’ll have extra nice boys, but we’ll be good to whomever we have,—unless I have that Holley man, and I don’t believe I could stand it if I did.”
“O, he seems to be one of the instructors; one of the older girls will have him. I wonder why they have him at the school. Do you suppose they know where he came from, or that he goes snooping around the way he does?”
“They must know who he is, but he is a mysterious person!”
“What are you going to wear to dinner, Betty?”
“The very prettiest frock I have.”
“The soft light blue silk, then, with the lace, and your white pearls.”