55/211 A tide of long-forgotten girlhood welled up in her heart, and she laughed as she floated off on it past the astonished eyes of Miss Triscoe and Burnamy. She saw them falter, as if they had lost their step in their astonishment; then they seemed both to vanish, and her partner had released her, and was helping Miss Triscoe up from the floor; Burnamy was brushing the dust from his knees, and the citizen who had bowled them over was boisterously apologizing and incessantly bowing. "I'm sure you must be killed; and I did it! I don't know, what I was thinking of!" The girl laughed. "I'm not hurt a bit!" They had one impulse to escape from the place, and from the sympathy and congratulation. In the dressing-room she declared again that she was all right. |