Sir Eustace had come to the edge of the rink.
"Stumpy!" he called.

"Stumpy!" "How dare he call you that ?" said Dinah.

"I can't think how you can put up with it." Scott raised his shoulders slightly, philosophically.

"Doesn't the cap fit ?" he said.
"Not a bit," Dinah declared with emphasis.

"I have another name for you that suits you far better." "Oh! What is that ?" he looked at her with smiling curiosity.
Dinah's blush deepened from carmine to crimson.