Salvation Army it
says 'God is a spirit'?"

"That's another one of his puzzles, I guess, because nobody knows what a
spirit looks like."

"That's right, too." Mary shuddered with reminiscent fear. "Whenever I
try to think of God as a spirit, I can see Hen Miller all wrapped up in
a sheet an' runnin' us girls. We didn't know, an' it scared the life out
of us. Little Maggie Murphy fainted dead away, and Beatrice Peralta fell
an' scratched her face horrible. When I think of a spirit all I can see
is a white sheet runnin' in the dark. Just the same, God don't look like
a Mexican, an' he don't wear his hair parted."

A strain of music from the dancing pavilion brought both girls
scrambling to their feet.

"We can get a couple of dances in before we eat," Mary proposed. "An'
then it'll be afternoon an' all the fellows 'll be here. Most of them
are pinchers--that's why they don't come early, so as to get out of
taking the girls to dinner. But Bert's free with his money, an' so is
Billy. If we can beat the other girls to it, they'll take us to the
restaurant. Come on, hurry, Saxon."

There were few couples on the floor when they arrived at the pavilion,
and the two girls essayed the first waltz together.

"There's Bert now," Saxon whispered, as they came around the second
time.

"Don't take any notice of them," Mary whispered back. "We'll just keep
on goin'. They needn't think we're chasin' after them."

But Saxon noted the heightened color in the other's cheek, and felt her
quicker breathing.

"Did you see that other one?" Mary asked, as she backed Saxon in a long
slide across the far end of the pavilion. "That was Billy Roberts. Bert
said he'd come. He'll take you to dinner, and Bert'll take me. It's
goin' to be a swell day, you'll see. My! I only wish the music'll hold
out till we can get back to the other end."

Down the floor they danced, on man-trapping and dinner-getting intent,
two fresh young things that undeniably danced well and that were
delightfully surprised when the music stranded them perilously near to
their desire.

Bert and Mary addressed each other by their given names, but to Saxon
Bert was "Mr. Wanhope," though he called her by her first name. The only
introduction was of Saxon and Billy Roberts. Mary carried it off with a
flurry of nervous carelessness.

"Mr. Robert--Miss Brown. She's my best friend. Her first name's Saxon.
Ain't it a scream of a name?"

"Sounds good to me," Billy retort