ad hardly begun before the music slowed noticeably,
and the lights gradually grew dim, the room blurred, and the couples
came to a standstill as darkness descended over them. Four figures
hurried their protesting partners towards the bench under the palm.
They were all there by the time the gong sounded.

Suddenly the lights blazed on again, and four very surprised boys
stared in bewilderment at the four girls before them.

"Oh, now I know I'm crazy!" Howard exclaimed. "So don't bother to
pinch me," he added, as Chuck and John lifted their arms.

Jerry Dodd looked reproachfully at Daphne and wagged his head.

"It was you all the time," he said, "but how could a feller be expected
to know when you talked the fool way you did."

"But, Jerry, are you sure you were dancing all the time with me?"
Daphne's drawl sounded pleasantly on all ears.

"That I am," Jerry replied, with so much certainty that Phyllis and
Daphne shrieked with laughter.

Grant Weeks, in spite of the dignity that his King Cole suit gave him,
looked very limp as he sat down on the bench. All he seemed to be able
to say was,

"Sally Ladd--you--you--" The rest was lost in groans.

Up until now Chuck had not spoken. He had stood looking at all the
girls in turn, and particularly at Phyllis and Janet.

"What I want to know is, when did I dance with which?" he demanded so
seriously that the rest laughed with delight.

"And who takes who to supper?" inquired Grant. "Sally, I may not have
danced with you, nor sat out in the conservatory and argued with you,
but I am going to take you in to supper, so come along."

"I don't know whether I ought to go with a boy that doesn't know
whether he knows me or not," Sally laughed, "but I will just this once."

Howard turned to Janet.

"Did I or didn't I teach you to dance?" he demanded.

"You did,"--Janet laughed. "That is, part of the time. Come on, John,
we'll all go down together. I'm awfully hungry."

"I knew it," John said to himself, and he smiled even through his
donkey's mask.

Phyllis and Daphne were left, and Chuck and Jerry looked at them
uneasily.

"What are we going to do about it?" Jerry demanded.

"Suit yourself,"--Chuck laughed. "I am going to take--" and here he
paused, for he suddenly remembered that he had never been introduced to
Phyllis and did not even know her name.

"Daphne, introduce us," he begged.

"But we've met already," Phyllis protested. "Have you forgotte