Here comes Harry now." Like a breath of west wind our young prince blew in, his face radiant, his eyes sparkling.

He had entirely forgotten the incident on the stairs in the rapture of Kate's kisses, and Willits was once more one of the many guests he was ready to serve and be courteous to.
"Ah, gentlemen--I hope you have everything you want!" he cried with a joyous wave of his hand.

"Where will I get an ice for Kate, Uncle George?
We are just about beginning the Virginia reel and she is so warm.

Oh, we have had such a lovely waltz! Why are you fellows not dancing?
Send them in, Uncle George." He was brimming over with happiness.
Willits moved closer: "What did you say?
The Virginia reel?
Has it begun ?" His head was too muddled for quick thinking.
"Not yet, Willits, but it will right away--everybody is on the floor now," returned Harry, his eyes in search of something to hold Kate's refreshment.
"Then it is my dance, Harry.

I thought the reel was to be just before supper or I would have hunted Miss Kate up." "So it is," laughed Harry, catching up an empty plate from the serving table and moving to where the ices were spread.