At the hotel he learned that his "crowd" was over at the hall, and there he hurried so soon as he had removed the dust and straightened his tie and brushed his hair and sworn at his upstanding scalp-lock, in the corner of the hotel office dedicated to public cleanliness.
It was a pity that such single-hearted effort must go unrewarded, but the fact remains that he reached the hall just as the couples were promenading for the first waltz.

He was permitted the doubtful pleasure of a welcoming nod from Flora as she went by with the Pilgrim.

Dill was on the floor with Mama Joy, and at a glance he saw how it was; the Pilgrim had "butted in" and come along with them.

He supposed Flora really could not help it, but it was pretty hard lines, all the same.

For even in the range-land are certain rules of etiquette which must be observed when men and women foregather in the pursuit of pleasure.