Each young mountaineer danced with the same girl most of the time, and she concluded that this was the custom up there in the mountains.
At the end of the first dance after their arrival, Grace called Emma over to her.
"I brought two boxes of candy with me, Emma," she whispered.

"There is one box left at the camp and I wish to give that to the Thompson children.

Do you wish to pass these two boxes around to the mountain girls ?" Emma was delighted.

It gave her an opportunity to place herself in a more prominent position than she had occupied on a bench at the side of the schoolroom.
At first the mountain girls were shy, but they soon overcame their diffidence and helped themselves liberally--by the handful--to sweets such as few of them ever had tasted.
"This is Mrs.Gray's treat," explained Emma to each girl.
"Don't Ah git any ?" teased the young mountaineer who had assisted Washington through the window.
"Yes.

You get left," came back Emma spiritedly.
"Ah never gits left," he retorted, springing up and grabbing the little Overland girl.
In a few seconds they were swinging around the room in a waltz, Emma's face flushed and triumphant, the face of the partner of the man she was dancing with growing blacker with the moments.