“I won!” she cried.
“Easily,” answered Dick placidly.
“I told you I could,” continued Harry.
“I said so too, didn’t I?”
“No, you said I couldn’t; you know you did.”
“Guess I was wrong then.” There was a moment’s silence during which they each busied themselves with their skates. Presently Harry laid hers beside her and looked up with a frown.
“No, you were right,” she sighed. “I guess you can beat me. You weren’t trying just now. You’re like everybody else; you think because I’m a girl I’m not worth bothering with.”
“Nonsense! You skate finely,” answered Dick earnestly. “Better than any girl I ever saw.”
“Any girl!” echoed Harry scathingly. “That’s it! Girls can’t skate! Why, there isn’t one at Madame Lambert’s who can keep up with me for a minute. I can skate faster than any boy here, too!”
“Well, that’s doing pretty well, isn’t it?” asked Dick with a smile as he tossed his skates down beside hers.