She was sitting with several boys on the stage steps, her cheeks flushed from the dance, and a loosened curl falling across her bare shoulder.

He tried to claim his dance, but the words, too long confined, rushed to his lips so madly as to form a blockade.
She looked up and saw him--saw the longing and doubt in his eyes, and came to his rescue.
"Isn't this our dance, Mr.Kilday ?" she said, half smiling, half timidly.
In the excitement of the moment he forgot his carefully practised bow, and the omission brought such chagrin that he started out with the wrong foot.

There was a gentle, ripping sound, and a quarter of a yard of lace trailed from the hem of his partner's skirt.
"Did I put me foot in it ?" cried Sandy, in such burning consternation that Ruth laughed.
"It doesn't matter a bit," she said lightly, as she stooped to pin it up.

"It shows I've had a good time.

Come! Don't let's miss the music." He took her hand, and they stepped out on the polished floor.