Will you?
What do you say ?" Hilma consented.
"I'm not so VERY sorry I missed my dance with that--that--little clerk," she said guiltily.

"I suppose that's very bad of me, isn't it ?" Annixter fulminated a vigorous protest.
"I AM so warm!" murmured Hilma, fanning herself with her handkerchief; "and, oh! SUCH a good time as I have had! I was so afraid that I would be a wall-flower and sit up by mamma and papa the whole evening; and as it is, I have had every single dance, and even some dances I had to split.

Oh-h!" she breathed, glancing lovingly around the barn, noting again the festoons of tri-coloured cambric, the Japanese lanterns, flaring lamps, and "decorations" of evergreen; "oh-h! it's all so lovely, just like a fairy story; and to think that it can't last but for one little evening, and that to-morrow morning one must wake up to the every-day things again!" "Well," observed Annixter doggedly, unwilling that she should forget whom she ought to thank, "I did my best, and my best is as good as another man's, I guess." Hilma overwhelmed him with a burst of gratitude which he gruffly pretended to deprecate.

Oh, that was all right.

It hadn't cost him much.
He liked to see people having a good time himself, and the crowd did seem to be enjoying themselves.