rom the front yard, where people danced in heaven's sunshine!

This accompaniment came to a stop, and Johnnie Watson jumped. He seized
each of his companions by a sleeve and spoke eagerly, his eyes glowing
with a warm and brotherly light. "Here!" he cried. "We better get around
there--this looks like it was goin' to last all afternoon. Joe, you
get the next dance with her, and just about time the music slows up you
dance her around so you can stop right near where Bill will be standin',
so Bill can get her quick for the dance after that. Then, Bill, you do
the same for me, and I'll do the same for Joe again, and then, Joe, you
do it for Bill again, and then Bill for me--and so on. If we go in right
now and work together we can crowd the rest out, and there won't anybody
else get to dance with her the whole day! Come on quick!"

United in purpose, the three ran lightly to the dancing-lawn, and Mr.
Bullitt was successful, after a little debate, in obtaining the next
dance with the lovely guest of the day. "I did promise big Untle
Georgiecums," she said, looking about her.

"Well, I don't think he'll come," said Joe. "That is, I'm pretty sure he
won't."

A shade fell upon the exquisite face. "No'ty. Bruvva Josie-Joe! The Men
ALWAYS tum when Lola promises dances. Mustn't be rude!"

"Well--" Joe began, when he was interrupted by the Swedish lady named
Anna, who spoke to them from the steps of the house. Of the merrymakers
they were the nearest.

"Dot pick fella," said Anna, "dot one dot eats--we make him in a
petroom. He holler! He tank he neet some halp."

"Does he want a doctor?" Joe asked.

"Doctor? No! He want make him in a amyoulance for hospital!"

"I'll go look at him," Johnnie Watson volunteered, running up. "He's my
cousin, and I guess I got to take the responsibility."

Miss Pratt paid the invalid the tribute of one faintly commiserating
glance toward the house. "Well," she said, "if people would rather eat
too much than dance!" She meant "dance with ME!" though she thought
it prettier not to say so. "Come on, Bruvva Josie-Joe!" she cried,
joyously.

And a little later Johnnie Watson approached her where she stood with
a restored and refulgent William, about to begin the succeeding dance.
Johnnie dropped into her hand a ring, receiving one in return. "I
thought I better GET it," he said, offering no further explanation.
"I'll take care of his until we get home. He's all right," said Johnnie,
and then p