found the execution of unseen manœuvres, within the
protection of her skirt, helpful to one of her insteps
and to the toes of both of her slippers.

Her cheery partner was paddling his rosy brows
with a fine handkerchief. "That was great!" he
said. "Let's go out and sit in the corridor; they've
got some comfortable chairs out there."

"Well--let's not," she returned. "I believe I'd
rather stay in here and look at the crowd."

"No; that isn't it," he said, chiding her with a
waggish forefinger. "You think if you go out there
you'll miss a chance of someone else asking you for
the next dance, and so you'll have to give it to me."

"How absurd!" Then, after a look about her that
revealed nothing encouraging, she added graciously,
"You can have the next if you want it."

"Great!" he exclaimed, mechanically. "Now let's
get out of here--out of this room, anyhow."

"Why? What's the matter with-----"

"My mother," Mr. Dowling explained. "But
don't look at her. She keeps motioning me to come
and see after Ella, and I'm simply not going to do it,
you see!"

Alice laughed. "I don't believe it's so much that,"
she said, and consented to walk with him to a point

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