She had had enough of skating for one morning David returned to join the others; for this was not the last of the day's adventures and Julia Crosby, before sunset, was to repent of her cruelty to Anne.
In the meantime Grace and Tom had skated up to the far end of the pond.
"Well, Grace," said Tom, "how has the world been using you?
I suppose you have been adding to your laurels as a basketball captain." "Far from it," said Grace a trifle sadly.

"Miriam Nesbit is star player at present." They skated on for some time in silence.

Tom felt there was something wrong, so he tactfully changed the subject.
"Who is the girl doing the fancy strokes ?" he asked, pointing to Julia Crosby, who, some distance ahead of them, was giving an exhibition of her powers as a maker of figure eights and cross-cuts.
"That's the junior captain," answered Grace.

"I hope she won't fall, because she's heavy enough to go right through the ice if she should have a hard tumble." "Suppose we stop watching her," suggested Tom.

"I don't want to see her take a header, and people who show off on skates always do so, sooner or later." They changed their course toward the middle of the pond, while Julia, who was turning and circling nearer the shore, watched them from one corner of her eye.
Suddenly Grace stopped.
"Julia! Julia!" she cried.