"I'm afraid you're not enjoying yourself a bit." Reginald rose instinctively as she did, and offered her his arm.

He was half dreaming as he did so, and fancying himself back at Garden Vale.
It was to his credit that when he discovered what he was doing he did not withdraw his arm, but conducted his partner gallantly to the piano, and said,-- "I'm afraid I'm a bad hand at games." "Musical chairs is great fun," said Miss Jemima.

"I wish I could play it and the piano both.

You have to run round and round, and then, when the music stops, you flop down on the nearest chair, and there's always one left out, and the last one wins the game.

Do try it." Reginald gave a scared glance at the chairs being arranged back to back in a long line down the room, and said,-- "May I play the piano instead?
and then you can join in the game." "What! do _you_ play the piano ?" exclaimed the young lady, forgetting her dignity and clapping her hands.