Just our own." Why, Katie wondered, should one not wish to dance with "strange men." It seemed so curious a thing to shrink from.

Katie herself had never felt at all strange with "strange men." Nice fellows were nice fellows the world over, and she never felt farther from strange than when dancing with a nice man--strange or otherwise.

Even in the swing of her gayety Katie wondered what it was could make one feel like that.

And she wondered what Wayne must think of that plaintive little "Just our own" which she was sure he had overheard.
Katie had come out at last to say she thought they should go.

Ann must not get too tired.
But just then the orchestra began dreaming out a waltz, one of those waltzes lovers love to remember having danced together.