She promised she would." Espying Mildred Taylor, Grace remembered with sudden contrition that she had not asked the little freshman to dance.

"I suppose she hasn't a single dance left," murmured Grace regretfully.

"At any rate, I'll ask her now." Approaching Mildred she said in her frank, straightforward fashion, "I'm so sorry I overlooked you, Miss Taylor.

I intended asking you to dance first of all." The "cute" little freshman turned her head away from Grace's apologetic gray eyes.

"It doesn't matter," she answered in a queer, strained voice.
"My card was full long ago." "I hope you are not hurt or offended at my seeming neglect," insisted Grace anxiously.
"Not in the least," was the almost curt rejoinder.