"I just love to skate with you, Nan," sighed Bess ecstatically.
"You move just like my other self. We're Siamese twins. We
strike out together perfectly. Oh, my dear! I don't see
whatever I am to do if you refuse to go to Lakeview with me."
Nan could scarcely keep from telling Bess of the wonderful new
fortune that seemed about to come to her; but she was faithful to
her home training, and only said:
"Don't fret about it, honey. Maybe something will turn up to let
me go."
"If you'd let my father pay your way-----?" insinuated Bess.
"Don't talk of that. It's impossible," said Nan decisively.
"It's a long time yet to fall. Maybe conditions will be
different at home. A dozen things may happen before school opens
in September."
"Yes! But they may not be the right things," sighed Bess.
She could not be too melancholy on such a night as this, however.
It was perfectly quiet, and the arch of the sky was like black
velvet pricked out with gold and silver stars. Their soft
radiance shed some light upon the pond, enough, at least, to
show the girl chums the way before them as they skimmed on toward
Powerton Landing.
They had left a noisy crowd of boys behind them, near the stamp
Factory, mostly mill boys, and the like.
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