"That's proper pride.

If any one can do a thing as well as you did that dance, it would be idiocy not to enjoy hearing appreciative praise." "Do you think so ?" and Patty looked relieved; "I don't want to be conceited, but I'm glad if I did well." "Wait till you hear what Sam says! He's wild about you, anyway, and after that dance he'll be crazier over you than ever." Patty smiled, happily, and with a final adjustment of her freshly done-up hair, she declared herself ready to return to the party.
As hers had been the last number on the program, she was not surprised to find the audience standing about in groups, or picturesquely posed on divans, and her appearance was the signal for a new hubbub of excitement.
But before she could hear a definite word from any one, a tall, powerful figure came striding up to her, and big Bill Farnsworth's unsmiling blue eyes looked straight into her own merry ones.
Her merriment died away before the sternness of his expression.
"Get your wraps, Patty," he said, in low but distinct tones.

"At once." "What for ?" and Patty stared at him in amazement.

"What has happened ?" But she had no fear that any untoward accident had befallen, for Farnsworth showed no sympathy or gentleness in his face, merely a determined authority.
"Go at once," Farnsworth repeated, "and get your cloak." "I won't do it," she replied, giving him an angry glance.

"I don't want to go home; why should I get my cloak ?" "Then I'll take you without it," and picking her up in his arms, Big Bill strode through the throng of people, with as little embarrassment as if he were walking along the street.