“I saw you first,” he said. “You tell me your name and then I’ll tell you mine.”
The girl in the brown sweater had started off and Dick had taken his place beside her. For a moment they skated in silence. Then:
“I’m Harry Emery,” she announced.
“Oh,” he answered indifferently. “And do you live around here?” She turned upon him in surprise.
“You’re just pretending!” she said after a moment’s examination of his countenance.
“Pretending what?”
“That you don’t know who I am. Why, every Hammond boy knows the girl that beat their best skater last winter!”
“Did you do that?” he asked in admiration. “I’ll bet you couldn’t do it this winter.”
“Why not?” she demanded.