eat applause.
Molly had danced often enough in this very hall to which she had gone
every summer since she could dance at all.

It was Mary's first experience of such an affair where young and old
shared the entertainment. Never before had she been to any such
assemblage which was not intended for children alone, and while for
some time her friends had been slowly converting her to a more
flattering view of American ways, this completely won her heart, and at
once all her childish home festivities paled before it. In her
enthusiasm she turned to Polly and said: "Oh, I do love America!" and
Polly, unmindful of her painted face, threw her arms about her and
kissed her.

At ten o'clock the guests departed, and after their water trip in a
small motor boat, they went stumbling home by the light of the moon.

Luella was there to welcome them, eager to hear all the account of the
evening's doings. "You summer folks beat me out!" she exclaimed.
"Land! to see you rig up in all this trash and dance them funny dances
is as good as a circus. I was watching you through the windows, me and
some of the other girls."

"Was Granville there?" asked Polly.

"You go 'long," returned Luella, coyly. "I won't tell you whether he
was or not." The girls were much interested in the young fisherman who
saw Luella home every night, and thought his high-sounding name
beautiful. Luella had confided to Polly that they were going to get
married some day and that she had already begun to piece her quilts.

It was something of a task to get off their toggery and to rid
themselves of paint and powder, but finally the butterfly wings were
unfastened, the powder shaken from Mary's locks and the red paint
washed from Polly's face and hands. It was during the process of
undressing, however, that Mary made a discovery which took away all the
joy of her evening. The beautiful shining pin was gone! She clutched
the front of her frock where it had been pinned; she examined the fall
of lace; she shook out the folds of the skirt. In her distress and
fear she commenced to search eagerly around on the floor with her
candle.

"What are you looking for?" called Polly from the next room.

"I have dropped a pin," said Mary, in agitation.

"Well, I wouldn't fuss about it; the mice won't eat it up," said Polly,
sleepily, "and nothing will carry it off in the night. Wait till
morning and it will be just where you dropped it, just the same."

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