"Oh, quit fooling!" said he, impatiently.

"What's going to be done ?" "Nothing can be done; we shall have to give the ball up for to-night unless you can get Madelon Hautville to lilt for the dancing," returned one, and the other nodded assent.

"That's the state of the case," said he.
Burr scraped a foot impatiently on the waxed floor.

"Go and ask her yourself, Daniel Plympton," said he.

"I don't see why it has all got to come on to me." "Can't," replied Daniel Plympton, with a laugh.