I'm Terpy--Terpsichore, run Terpsichore's Hall," she said by way of explanation, as if she thought he might not understand her allusion.
Keith's breath was almost taken away.

Why, she was not at all like the picture he had formed of her.

She was a neat, quiet-looking young woman, with a fine figure, slim and straight and supple, a melodious voice, and laughing gray eyes.
"You must come and see me.

We're to have a blow-out to-night.

Come around.