all right, and quite the thing around here. You pay ‘em so much a dance, or so much an afternoon. You girls want to try it?”

“I do,” said Mrs. Orson J. Hubbell. “It doesn’t sound respectable. Then that’s what all those thin little chaps are who have been dancing with those pretty American girls. They’re sort of ratty looking, aren’t they? What do they call ‘em? That’s a nice-looking one, over there — no, no! — dancing with the girl in grey, I mean. If that’s one I’d like to dance with him, Orson. Good land, what would the Winnebago ladies say! What do they call ‘em, I wonder.”

Mary had been gazing very intently at the nice-looking one over there who was dancing with the girl in grey. She answered her mother’s