He went straight up into the air, and then bucked as long as his wind held out, the while Frosty's quirt kept time with the tails of his coat.
When the two had calmed down a bit, the other boys profited by Frosty's experience, and tucked the coat-tails snugly under them--and those who wore the Tuxedos congratulated themselves on their foresight.

We were a merry party, and we were willing to publish the fact.
When we had overtaken the others we were still merrier, for the spectacular contingent plumed themselves like peacocks on their fearsomeness, and guyed us conventionally garbed fellows unmercifully.
When the thirty of us filed into the long, barn-like hall where they were having the dance, I believe I can truthfully say that we created a sensation.

That "ripple of excitement" which we read about so often in connection with belles and balls went round the room.

Frosty and I led the way, and the rest of the "biscuit-shooter brigade," as the others called us, followed two by two.

Then came the real Wild West show, with their hats tilted far back on their heads and brazen faces which it pained me to contemplate.