fine show of dimples that every one was fascinated and applauded heartily.
Miss Damer skated as became her free and vigorous character. She had passed her Little Go as a scholar, and was now steadily winning her way through the list of achievements, before given, toward the Great Go. To-day she was at work at small circles backward. Presently she wound off a series of perfectly neat ones, and, looking up, pleased with her prowess, caught Wade’s admiring eye. At this she smiled and gave an arch little womanly nod of self-approval, which also demanded masculine sympathy before it was quite a perfect emotion.
With this charming gesture, the alert feather in her Amazonian hat nodded, too, as if it admired its lovely mistress.
Wade was thrilled. “Brava!” he cried, in answer to the part of her look which asked sympathy; and then, in reply to the implied challenge, he forgot his hurt and his shock, and struck into the same figure.
He tried not to surpass his fair exemplar too cruelly. But he did his peripheries well enough to get a repetition of the captivating nod and a Bravo! from the lady.
“Bravo!” said she. “But do not tax your strength too soon.”
She began to feel that she was expressing too much interest in the stranger. It was a new sensation for her to care whether men fell or got up.
