forth in silence, danced with her.
She seemed content not to talk; but as the whistle blew, signalling that
this episode was concluded, and he conducted her to her seat, she lifted
the little bell toward him. "You haven't taken your favour. You're
supposed to pin it on your coat," she said. "Don't you want it?"

"If you insist!" said George stiffly. And he bowed her into her chair;
then turned and walked away, dropping the sleighbell haughtily into his
trousers' pocket.

The figure proceeded to its conclusion, and George was given other
sleighbells, which he easily consented to wear upon his lapel; but, as
the next figure 'began, he strolled with a bored air to the tropical
grove, where sat his elders, and seated himself beside his Uncle Sydney.
His mother leaned across Miss Fanny, raising her voice over the music to
speak to him.

"Georgie, nobody will be able to see you here. You'll not be favoured.
You ought to be where you can dance."

"Don't care to," he returned. "Bore!"

"But you ought--" She stopped and laughed, waving her fan to direct his
attention behind him. "Look! Over your shoulder!"

He turned, and discovered Miss Lucy Morgan in the act of offering him a
purple toy balloon.

"I found you!" she laughed.

George was startled. "Well--" he said.

"Would you rather 'sit it out?'" Lucy asked quickly, as he did not move.
"I don't care to dance if you--"

"No," he said, rising. "It would be better to dance." His tone was
solemn, and solemnly he departed with her from the grove. Solemnly he
danced with her.

Four times, with not the slightest encouragement, she brought him a
favour: 'four times in succession. When the fourth came, "Look here!"
said George huskily. "You going to keep this up all night? What do you
mean by it?"

For an instant she seemed confused. "That's what cotillions are for,
aren't they?" she murmured.

"What do you mean: what they're for?"

"So that a girl can dance with a person she wants to?"

George's huskiness increased. "Well, do you mean you--you want to dance
with me all the time--all evening?"

"Well, this much of it--evidently!" she laughed.

"Is it because you thought I tried to keep you from getting hurt this
afternoon when we upset?"

She shook her head.

"Was it because you want to even things up for making me angry--I mean,
for hurting my feelings on the way home?"

With her eyes averted--for girls of nineteen can be as shy as boys,
sometimes--she said