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hearty, slap you-on-the-back ole berry,” Walter interrupted; adding in a casual tone, “All I’d like, I’d like to hit him.”

“Walter! By the way, you mustn’t forget to ask Mildred for a dance before the evening is over.”

“Me?” He produced the lopsided appearance of his laugh, but without making it vocal. “You watch me do it!”

“She probably won’t have one left, but you must ask her, anyway.”

“Why must I?”

“Because, in the first place, you’re supposed to, and, in the second place, she’s my most intimate friend.”

“Yeuh? Is she? I’ve heard you pull that ‘most-intimate-friend’ stuff often enough about her. What’s she ever do to show she is?”

“Never mind. You really must ask her, Walter. I want you to; and I want you to ask several other girls afterwhile; I’ll tell you who.”

“Keep on wanting; it’ll do you good.”

“Oh, but you really⁠—”

“Listen!” he said. “I’m just as liable to dance with any of these fairies as I am to buy a bucket o’ rusty tacks and eat ’em. Forget it! Soon as I get rid of you I’m goin’ back to that room where I left my hat and overcoat and smoke myself to death.”

“Well,” she said, a little ruefully, as the frenzy of Jazz Louie and his half-breeds was suddenly abated to silence, “you mustn’t⁠—you mustn’t get rid of me too soon, Walter.”

They stood near one of the wide doorways, remaining where they had stopped. Other couples, everywhere, joined one another, forming vivacious clusters, but none of these groups adopted the brother and sister, nor did anyone appear to be hurrying in Alice’s direction to ask her for the next dance. She looked about her, still maintaining that jubilance of look and manner she felt so necessary⁠—for it is to the girls who are “having a good time” that partners are attracted⁠—and, in order to lend greater colour to her impersonation of a lively belle, she began to chatter loudly, bringing into play an accompaniment of frolicsome gesture. She brushed Walter’s nose saucily with the bunch of violets in her hand, tapped him on the shoulder, shook her pretty forefinger in his face, flourished her arms, kept her shoulders moving, and laughed continuously as she spoke.

“You naughty old Walter!” she cried. “Aren’t you ashamed to be such a wonderful dancer and then only dance with your own little sister! You could dance on the stage if you wanted to. Why, you could made your fortune that way! Why don’t you? Wouldn’t it be just lovely to have all the rows and rows of people clapping their hands and shouting, ‘Hurrah! Hurrah, for Walter Adams! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!’ ”

He stood looking at her in stolid pity.

“Cut it out,” he said. “You better be givin’ some of these berries the eye so they’ll ask you to dance.”

She was not to be so easily checked, and laughed loudly, flourishing her violets in his face again. “You would like it; you know you would; you needn’t pretend! Just think! A whole big audience shouting, ‘Hurrah! Hurrah! Hur⁠—’ ”

“The place’ll be pulled if you get any noisier,” he interrupted, not ungently. “Besides, I’m no muley cow.”

“A ‘cow’?” she laughed. “What on earth⁠—”

“I can’t eat dead violets,” he explained. “So don’t keep tryin’ to make me do it.”

This had the effect he desired, and subdued her; she abandoned her unsisterly coquetries, and looked beamingly about her, but her smile was more mechanical than it had been at first.

At home she had seemed beautiful; but here, where the other girls competed, things were not as they had been there, with only her mother and Miss Perry to give contrast. These crowds of other girls had all done their best, also, to look beautiful, though not one of them had worked so hard for such a consummation as Alice had. They did not need to; they did not need to get their mothers to make old dresses over; they did not need to hunt violets in the rain.

At home her dress had seemed beautiful; but that was different, too, where there were dozens of brilliant fabrics, fashioned in new ways⁠—some of these new ways startling, which only made the wearers centers of interest and shocked no one. And Alice remembered that she had heard a girl say, not long before, “Oh, organdie! Nobody wears organdie for evening gowns except in midsummer.” Alice had thought little of this; but as she looked about her and saw no organdie except her own, she found greater difficulty in keeping her smile as arch and spontaneous as she wished it. In fact, it was beginning to make her face ache a little.

Mildred came in from the corridor, heavily attended. She carried a great bouquet of violets laced with lilies of-the-valley; and the violets were lusty, big purple things, their stems wrapped in cloth of gold, with silken cords dependent, ending in long tassels. She and her convoy passed near the two young Adamses; and it appeared that one of the convoy besought his hostess to permit “cutting in”; they were “doing it other places” of late, he urged; but he was denied and told to console himself by holding the bouquet, at intervals, until his third of the sixteenth dance should come. Alice looked dubiously at her own bouquet.

Suddenly she felt that the violets betrayed her; that anyone who looked at them could see how rustic, how innocent of any florist’s craft they were “I can’t eat dead violets,” Walter said. The little wild flowers, dying indeed in the warm air, were drooping in a forlorn mass; and it seemed to her that whoever noticed them would guess that she had picked them herself. She decided to get rid of them.

Walter was becoming restive. “Look here!” he said. “Can’t you flag one o’ these long-tailed birds to take you on for the next dance? You came to have a good time; why don’t you get busy and have it? I want to get out and smoke.”

“You mustn’t leave me, Walter,” she whispered, hastily. “Somebody’ll come

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