5/20 "My love," she spoke aloud, "you mustn't dance _every_ set." "No, ma," and she passed on, Ben giving a faint cough, for my benefit. A brass band alternated with the quadrille band, and it played so loudly that we had to talk at the top of our voices to be heard. Mine soon gave out, and I begged Mr.Parker to bring Helen, for I had not yet seen her. The air, he said, shaking his finger at me, was already miasmal; it would be infernal by midnight Christians ought not to be there. |