"Oh--oh!" she gasped. "Was--was I skating toward that?" "Right toward it!" exclaimed Will. "I couldn't do anything else than shove you to one side. I hope I didn't hurt you." "Oh, no, Will, it was good of you. I--I didn't know what I was doing. I was thinking--thinking----" She hesitated, and again tears came into her eyes. "Can I do anything for you--has anything happened?" he asked, eagerly. "Has anyone----" "Oh, no, Will. It is--nothing." "Then let's go back to the others," he proposed. "They may be getting anxious about you." "No, Will, I'd rather not go back--just now. I'll go on--home." Amy hesitated over the word. "I can take a short cut across the fields." "Then let me take off your skates," he said, gently. Perhaps he guessed at something that had occurred. "Come over to shore and I'll have them off in a jiffy. Then I'll walk home with you." "No, Will," said Amy, in a low voice. "I had rather go alone, really I would. Just tell the girls----" She hesitated again, and seemed unable to speak. "Tell them I am all right--that I want to be alone. They will understand." "Very well." He skated with her to the bank, where she sat on a log. Then, with her skates dangling over her shoulder, Amy set off across the snow-covered fields alone--with bowed head--and into her eyes the tears came again as she thought of what she had heard. Will watched her, shook his head once or twice, as though puzzled, and then skated back toward his sister and the others. "Where's Amy?" Grace demanded, anxiously, as he came in sight. "Gone home." "Home? Why didn't you go with her?" asked Mollie, quickly. "She wouldn't let me. Say, she acted mighty funny. She was skating along, looking down, and she came within a few feet of going into an air hole. I had to almost knock her to one side. She seemed dazed. Did anything happen?" "Yes, there did," said Grace, promptly. "And the less said about it the better. It was that horrid Alice Jallow making slurring remarks about Amy. We won't take any notice of her after this. Oh, how mean she is!" Briefly, she told Will what had happened. "That accounts for it," he said. "Poor Amy! No wonder she didn't look where she was going. She might have been drowned." "Don't say that!" cried Betty, sharply. "Why not, when it's the truth?" Betty gave the woman's reason. "Because." Frank and Allen came skating up. "Come!" cried Grace, as joyfully as possible under the circumstances. "The prizes--our chocolates, boys!" "Of course!" added Allen. "But where is Amy?" "She'll be along later--maybe," and Will winked at his chum as a signal not to be too inquisitive. The young lawyer understood and nodded. Soon the party of young people were in a drug store, partaking of hot chocolates, and talking of the fun on the ice, while Grace spent some time at the candy counter, selecting a new variety of chocolates. That evening Betty and Mollie called on Grace.