If it had not been for these undeniable facts Carley would have been panic-stricken.

They reassured her, yet only made her state of mind more dissatisfied.
"Carley, do you still go in for dancing ?" Glenn asked, presently, with his thoughtful eyes turning to her.
"Of course.

I like dancing, and it's about all the exercise I get," she replied.
"Have the dances changed--again ?" "It's the music, perhaps, that changes the dancing.

Jazz is becoming popular.

And about all the crowd dances now is an infinite variation of fox-trot." "No waltzing ?" "I don't believe I waltzed once this winter." "Jazz?
That's a sort of tinpanning, jiggly stuff, isn't it ?" "Glenn, it's the fever of the public pulse," replied Carley.