I--I didn't feel terribly hurt with you for getting angry about that!" "Was there any other reason?
Did my telling you I liked you have anything to do with it ?" She looked up gently, and, as George met her eyes, something exquisitely touching, yet queerly delightful, gave him a catch in the throat.

She looked instantly away, and, turning, ran out from the palm grove, where they stood, to the dancing-floor.
"Come on!" she cried.

"Let's dance!" He followed her.
"See here--I--I--" he stammered.

"You mean--Do you--" "No, no!" she laughed.

"Let's dance!" He put his arm about her almost tremulously, and they began to waltz.