“Yes,” replied Sylvia bluntly. She turned and looked at him. He looked back at her, and his eyes laughed.
“I wonder what you are thinking about?” he said. “You look as if——”
“As if what?” said Sylvia. She drew back a little, and Arthur did the same.
“As if you meant to run swords into us all. But, all the same, I like your look. Are you staying here?”
“No,” said Sylvia. “I live not far away. I have come here just for the day.”
“Well, we shall see you to-morrow, of course. Mr. Wynford says we can skate on the pond to-morrow, for the ice will be quite certain to bear. I hope you will come. I love good skating.”
“And so do I,” said Sylvia.
“Then will you come?”
“Probably not.”
Arthur was silent for a moment. He was a tall boy for his age, and was a good half-head above Sylvia, tall as she also was.