RAND COMES TO FONTENOY "I never dance but by candlelight," remarked Unity.

"A Congo in the heat of the afternoon, a jig before sunset,--la! I had rather plough by moonlight.

As well be a grasshopper in a daisy field! Elegance by waxlight becomes rusticity in the sunshine,--and of all things I would not be rustic! Oh, Mr.Cary, I've caught my gown in this rosebush!" Mr.Fairfax Cary knelt to release the muslin prisoner.

"Rusticity becomes you so that if I were a king, you should dance with me the livelong day.

But I'll not grumble if only you'll dance with me as soon as the candles are lit! Last night you were all for that booby, Ned Hunter!" "He's no booby," said Miss Dandridge.