I say I can't help envying your father that magician's wand with which he manages to raise such marvels.

I'm going to find him and tell him so!" "A dance ?" said Maude, as Stafford proffered his request.

"Yes, I have one, only one; it is this." He put his arm round her, and as he did so her eyes half closed and her lip quivered at his touch.

Stafford waltzed well, and Maude was far and away the best dancer in the room; they moved as one body in the slow and graceful modern waltz, and Stafford, in the enjoyment of this perfect poetry of motion, forgot everything, even his partner; but he came back from his reverie as she suddenly paused.
"Are you tired ?" he asked.

"By George! how perfectly you waltz! I've never enjoyed a dance more." A faint colour rose to her face--it had been very pale a moment before--and she looked at him with an earnestness which rather puzzled him.
"They say that to agree in waltzing is an unfortunate thing for those who wish to be friends." "Do they ?" he said, with a smile.