"Sell your new skates, Hans?" cried Annie. "You, the best skater around Broek! Why, the race is coming off in five days!"
"I know it," he answered resolutely. "Good-bye! I shall skate home again on the old wooden ones."
Such a bright glance! So different from Janzoon's ugly grin--and Hans was off like an arrow.
Her voice changed the arrow into a top. Spinning around, he darted, in one long, leaning sweep, toward her.
"Then you really are going to sell your new skates if you can find a customer?"
"Well, Hans, if you ARE going to sell your skates," said Annie, quite confused, "I mean if you--well, I know somebody who would like to buy them, that's all."
"Not Janzoon Kolp?" asked Hans, flushing.
"Oh, no," she said, pouting, "he is not one of my friends."