But, and here she relented a trifle, they were getting up a hasty, informal dance over at Hollis Creek for that evening.

Would he come over?
He certainly would, and he already spoke for as many dances as she would give him.
"I'll give you what I can," she told him; "but I've already promised three of them to Billy Westlake, who is a divine dancer." Sam Turner was deeply thoughtful as he turned away from the telephone.
Hollis was a superb horseback rider.

Billy Westlake was a divine dancer.

Princeman, he had learned from Miss Stevens, who had spoken with vast enthusiasm, was a base-ball hero.

Hollis and Princeman and Westlake were crack bowlers, also crack tennis players, and no doubt all three were even expert croquet players.