IV: SAUCY MILDRED
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“I’M so glad we’re going to have a dance tonight,” said Edith Whiting at luncheon next day.
“Oh, so am I,” declared Mildred, “I’d rather dance than eat; and we haven’t had a real party dance since we’ve been here.”
“Give me four two-steps, won’t you, Miss Leslie?” said I.
“Why don’t you ask for eight steps; can’t you multiply? Indeed I won’t give you four two-steps, Mr. King.”
“Oh, I so hoped you would!” I responded, in mock dejection.
“Why, how can you expect it?” she exclaimed.
“There’ll be a lot of strange men here from all the country round, and I’m going to give them all my dances. I can dance any day with you men who are staying in the house.”
“Do you mean that, Miss Leslie?” exclaimed Clarendon, in such apparent consternation that everybody laughe
