the accident. She gave him a sunny smile and he very politely tipped his cap to her.
"I suppose you hope your boat will win," she said, coming to a halt near him.
"You mean the Oak Hall boat, I suppose?"
"Of course, Mr. Porter."
"Yes, I hope we do win," answered Dave, and wondered how she had learned his name. "Don't you hope we'll win, too, Miss Rockwell?" he continued, seeing that the others had gone on and he was practically alone with his new acquaintance.
"Well, I—I really don't know," she answered, and smiled again. "You see, the Whistler belongs to some friends of my big brother, so I suppose I ought to want that to win."
"But if the Snowbird is a better boat"
Vera Rockwell gave a merry laugh—it was her nature to laugh a good deal. "Of course if your boat is the better of the two But I am keeping you from your friends," she broke off.
"Oh, I shan't mind that," said Dave politely, and he did not mind in the least, for Vera seemed so good-natured that he was glad to have a chance to talk to her.
"I wanted to meet you," Vera went on, as, without hardly noticing it, they skated off side by side. "I wanted to thank you for what you and your friend did for us the other day."
