d made the team, and
raved at great length over her voice. And do you know what that
boy did? When I stopped for breath he stood stock still in the
middle of the path and looked at me, then he whistled.

"'Well, I'll be darned.' It was the first natural thing I'd heard
him say. 'I never met a girl before in all my life that would talk
that way about even her best friend,' he said.

"The music started then, and we had to hurry back--but, Bet, what
do you suppose he meant?

"Lois evidently had much the same trouble understanding her
partners. I heard her say--'how absurd' during supper, and it
sounded so like you that I was startled for a second.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot to tell you the funniest thing that
happened through the whole evening. Poor Fanny, being hostess, had
to dance with all the clumsy, unattractive boys that were there,
and every time I saw her, she seemed to be having a dreadful time
of it. I think it was the eighth dance and I was sitting out with
a boy named Wilfred Grey--the one Caroline cut Fanny out with, you
remember? I was arguing with him about clothes--he said he
preferred bright colors, and I insisted there was nothing as
lovely as white. Of course we both knew he really meant Caroline,
and Fanny. Well anyway, in the middle of the dance--we were in a
sort of a little alcove--Fanny came by pulling a big, lanky youth
after her. I never saw anything so funny; he was just walking, and
making no kind of an effort to keep to the music. Mr. Grey and I
laughed about it, and when they came around again, we were
watching for them. Imagine our joy when they stopped just beside
us, and we heard Fanny say, in that killing way of hers:

"'Look here, Sam Ramsby, if you'll get on my feet and stay there,
I'll tote you around this room, but this jumping on and off is
more than I can stand.' Betty, wasn't that rare--it was the best
minute of the whole evening. Lo is furious that she missed it.

"Mercy! It's twelve o'clock and I must go to bed. Lo is going to
add a P.S. to-morrow. Please appreciate this long letter as I've
really spent much valuable time over it.

"Sleepily,
"POLLY."

Lois' postscript followed.

"Hello, Bet:

"I've just read Polly's scrawl, and I must really smile. If
Caroline's dress made he