"Thank you," he replied. "My force has all come back. You have electrified me."
A civil nothing; but meaning managed to get into his tone and look, whether he would or not.
Which he perceiving, on his part began to feel guilty.
Of what crime?
Of the very same crime as hers,—the most ancient and most pardonable crime of youth and maiden,—that sweet and guiltless crime of love in the first degree.
So, without troubling themselves to analyze their feelings, they found a piquant pleasure in skating together,—she in admiring his tours de force, and he in instructing her.
"Look, Peter!" said Mrs. Skerrett, pointing to the other pair skating, he on the backward roll, she on the forward, with hands crossed and locked;—such contacts are permitted in skating, as in dancing. "Your hero and my heroine have dropped into an intimacy."
"None but the Plucky deserve the Pretty," says Peter.
"But he seems to be such a fine fellow,—suppose she shouldn't"——
The pretty face looked anxious.