"My present mood is certainly a good-natured one," she confessed, softly, "and consequently it is impossible to say no." His hand pressed hers, as the thronging couples came merrily up the steps.
"Why, Naida, is this you, child?
Where have you been all this time ?" It was Miss Spencer, clinging to Mr.Wynkoop's arm.
"Merely sitting out a dance," was the seemingly indifferent answer; then she added sweetly, "Have you ever met my friend, Lieutenant Brant, of the Seventh Cavalry, Phoebe?
We were just going in to supper." Miss Spencer's glance swept over the silent young officer.

"I believe I have had the honor.

It was my privilege to be introduced to the gentleman by a mutual friend." The inward rush of hungry guests swept them all forward in laughing, jostling confusion; but Naida's cheeks burned with indignation..