aughed good naturedly.

"One of you dances," he said with conviction. "Will she please do me
the honor of dancing this one step with me?" He looked at them both,
not at all sure which one would reply.

"I'd love to," Phyllis said, laughing.

He took her in his arms and away they whirled. Chuck, unlike most boys
of his age, liked to dance, and Phyllis was as light as the fairy she
claimed to be, so for a few minutes they did not speak, for they were
contented to glide over the waxed floor to the inspiring music.

"I should say you could dance," Chuck said at last. "If your voice was
not entirely different I would say that you were Daphne Hillis."

"Would you?"--Phyllis did her best to imitate Daphne's drawl, and she
succeeded so well that Chuck came to a full stop in the very middle of
the floor and stared at her.

"Are you Daphne?" he demanded.

Phyllis gave a little laugh and lowered her eyes, but she neither
admitted nor denied.

Chuck started to dance again without saying another word, and presently
Phyllis stole a quick glance up at him. She found him staring at her
with a new look in his eyes.

"You are not Daphne," he said with relief. "Taffy has green eyes and
yours are brown, red brown like autumn leaves." Phyllis gave a little
start, for the words were so like little Don's.

"I'm glad you are not Taffy," Chuck went on. "I might have known you
weren't."

"Why?" Phyllis could not help asking.

"Oh, because Taffy and I are on the outs, and she wouldn't dance with
me for anything," he replied indifferently.

"She might," was all Phyllis would say, her brain already busy with a
plan.

"Too bad your twin doesn't dance," was Chuck's next remark, and for a
minute Phyllis lost step and almost stumbled. He had used the word
without thinking, never realizing how near the truth he was.

"But do look," he exclaimed a second later, "she does; there she goes
with Jerry Dodd, and she dances beautifully too. Whatever made her say
she couldn't?"

Phyllis was speechless with mirth, but she managed to nod to Daphne as
she sailed by, still with Jerry.

The dance ended, it was the fifth of the evening, and the four girls
had all promised to leave their partners and return to the
dressing-room to compare notes when it was over.

Phyllis found the others all there waiting for her, for it had been
difficult to find an excuse to satisfy Chuck. He made her promise to
meet him at the bench for the sevent