The haughty daughter of the railroad president evidently proposed
speaking with the chums from Tillbury. They had not seen her since the
runaway and more than once Nan had wondered just what attitude Linda
would take when they again met.
For Nan's part, she would rather not have met the rich girl at all. She
had no particular ill-feeling toward her now; although time was when
Linda had done all in her power to hurt Nan's reputation--and that not so
very long past. But having actually helped to save the girl's life, Nan
Sherwood could not hold any grudge against Linda. Bess, on the other
hand, bristled like an angry dog when she saw Linda approach.
Linda came skating along warily, and arrived at the chums' bench by a
series of graceful curves. She was rather a good skater, but more showy
than firm on her skates.
"Oh, girls! I'm awful glad to see you," Linda cried, boisterously--and
that boisterousness doubtless was assumed to cover her natural
embarrassment at meeting again the girl whom she had so injured. "I
didn't have time," pursued Linda, hurriedly, "the other day, to thank you
properly--or Walter--for helping me out of that sleigh. I _was_ scared."
"I should think you would have been," Bess said, rather grimly. "I'm sure
I thought you would never get out of it alive.
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