That's why I laughed at you that afternoon; I'm going to laugh at you now!" The music had ceased again and Allen and Marian flashed out upon them in the highest spirits.
"Well, I like this!" cried Marian.

"What are you two talking so long about?
Oh, I saw you through three dances at least!" "Miss Garrison has been laughing at me," said Bassett, smiling at his daughter.

"She doesn't take me at all seriously--or too seriously: I don't know which!" "How could she take you seriously!" demanded Marian.

"I never do! Sylvia, where on earth is our little Daniel?
It's nearly time for the cotillion.

And if Dan Harwood doesn't show up for that I'll never forgive him in this world." "The cotillion ?" repeated Bassett, glancing at his watch.