Peggy and Ann never told the tale of her rebellion or her frantic wail: "Oh, Peggy, Peggy! I can't go.

They forgot the sleeves." She came down the stairway like a flower, but her eyes were wistful and troubled.
"Kenny, should I ?" "Should you what, dear ?" "Dance when--when Uncle--" "If your heart is glad and your feet want to dance, mavourneen," said Kenny gently, "then no conventional pretense of mourning shall stop them.

You were kind and merciful while he lived.

Even he, dear, would not ask more." "If my Victrola arm has been winding in vain while you two practiced half the floor off the studio," put in Ann, "I shall be offended.

I dreamed last night that I was an organ-grinder teaching Sid to dance." Joan laughed and kissed her.
The Holbein Club accepted her with a hum of delight.
"She _is_ beautiful!" said Jan.
"Beautiful, of course," said Somebody.