“And you didn’t like Ferry Hill?”
“Oh, yes, I did,” he answered stoutly. “It seems a mighty nice school.”
“But you won’t come?”
Dick hesitated, skating about backward and forward along the edge of the ice and swinging his arms to keep warm.
“I don’t know,” he answered finally. “I’ll think it over. When does school begin?”
“Day after to-morrow, but you’d have to get here to-morrow before six in the evening.”
“Well, if I come—I’ll think about it anyway. And thanks for showing me around. I’ve had a real jolly time. Good-night, Miss Emery.”
“Good-night,” answered Harry sadly. “I—I wish you’d decide to come.”
“Well, maybe I will,” he shouted back as he skated off. “But if I’m not here by six to-morrow tell your father not to wait supper for me. Good-night!” And laughing at his joke Dick Somes sped off into the darkness across the frozen river.
Harry stood there shivering until she could no longer hear the ring of his skates. Then she turned and went disappointedly back up the hill.