kippy, justly offended, and out
loud he said, with some asperity, "_You_ said so. I never did."

"I?"

"Sure, you did! Why you said it was the left one."

"Well, you let me think so anyway."

"How was I to know?" said Skippy, illogically. "Perhaps he has a glass
eye. Have you asked him?"

They reached the club house and as the orchestra was already
industriously at work, Skippy said playfully,

"All's fair in love and war anyhow! S'pose we dance."

"You don't deserve it," said Dolly, hesitating. She glanced around and
as no one else was an immediate prospect, she accorded him her arm.
Skippy began to perceive that the burden of conversation would lie with
him.

The next dance was a waltz and they waited, the one expectantly, the
other in resignation for the usual rush of the stags which invariably
accompanied Miss Dolly's conquering arrival. As she was endowed with a
lively sense of humor, her irritation had quite departed and Skippy was
as blissfully happy in his restoration to favor as the four-footed puppy
when reconciliation with the master has followed chastisement. To keep
fidelity with human nature, it must likewise be recorded that the
practical sense was likewise strong in the young lady, who was fully
aware of the value of a bird in the hand to one about to fly the bush.
Hickey appeared and came directly towards them. Skippy fell back.

"Hello, Skippy, old top," said Hickey, with accented cordiality. He
shook hands with Miss Dolly, who greeted him with the most encouraging
of smiles. He complimented her on the bewitching gown which made her
prettier than ever, wondered where she had been all this time, shook
hands effusively--and passed on. Miss Dolly bit her lip and took hasty
survey of the room. The old reliables were all actively engaged,
spinning about the room with other partners.

"Oh, I adore this tune," she said suddenly. "Come on, let's waltz."

Then, just to show her independence, she suggested that the next dance,
a polka, was a dreadful bore and Skippy, still unsuspicious, bore her
away in great delight to the shadowy intimacies of the veranda. Miss
Dolly was a little quicker in her perceptions. She saw what was up, and
being of high spirit, decided to answer in kind. She returned to the
floor and danced a third time with Skippy, who was too fatuously pleased
with his good fortune to notice the suppressed hilarity in the room.

"Let's sit here," said Dolly, selecting the most public s