"Now tell me all about it." On and on went the music in the ball-room, on went the shuffling of feet, the swish of garments, the gay talk and laughter of the young people; and on and on talked Mr.Stevens and Mr.Turner, until one familiar strain of music penetrated into Sam's inner consciousness; the _Home Sweet Home_ waltz! "By George!" he exclaimed, jumping up.

"That can't be the last." "Sounds like it," commented Mr.Stevens, also rising.

"It is the last if they make up programs as they did in my young days.

I don't remember of many dances where the _Home Sweet Home_ waltz didn't end it up.

It's late enough anyhow.