“Oh, yes, you do,” he answered soothingly. “If I don’t come we won’t have that race.”
“I don’t want to race you!”
“Oh, all right. Then it’s me for Hammond again. I guess it’s the better school of the two, anyway.”
“I’m sure it’ll suit you better,” she answered angrily. Then she caught sight of the merriment in his eyes, hesitated and laughed softly. “You—you almost made me angry,” she declared.
“Almost, eh? Then you must be a terror, Miss Emery, when you go the limit. Aren’t you going to show me around? It’s getting late and I’m freezing to death.”
“Come on,” answered Harry. “You can leave your skates here; they’ll be all right. And here’s your tie. I’m afraid, though, it’s kind of frazzled and—oh, it’s torn! Look!”
“Don’t you care,” he said. “Here, I’ll carry your skates.”
“No,” she answered decisively, “I’ll carry them myself. I don’t like to be waited on.”
“I guess if I came here to school,” laughed Dick, “it would take most of my time finding out what you didn’t like. I wouldn’t have any time for lessons.”