She stayed back the whole time, and when they had that dance--the ballet, you know--she just shut her eyes.

Well, Conrad didn't like that part much, either; but us girls and Mrs.Mandel, we brazened it out right in the front of the box.

We were about the only ones there that went high neck.

Conrad had to wear a swallow-tail; but father hadn't any, and he had to patch out with a white cravat.

You couldn't see what he had on in the back o' the box, anyway." Mrs.March looked at Miss Dryfoos, who was waving her fan more and more slowly up and down, and who, when she felt herself looked at, returned Mrs.March's smile, which she meant to be ingratiating and perhaps sympathetic, with a flash that made her start, and then ran her fierce eyes over March's face.