“Not till I’ve danced once with her myself, Mater,” said the young man, laughing. “I can see plainly that if I don’t take my chance to do so right now, I’m likely to have none. Our little Beth is going to cut a wide swath to-night.”
“Mercy!” murmured his mother. “What are these children coming to?”
“You must not treat me as though I were grown up, Larry,” Beth said, laughing, as the orchestra struck up again.
“Know this?” he asked quickly.
“Oh, yes,” said Beth, glad she had learned some of the new steps.
“Then come on—and tell me all about yourself while we dance,” Larry rejoined.
“Oh no! You are the interesting subject just now. Think! a full-fledged lawyer,” she told him.
“Yes—‘full-fledged,’ indeed,” he agreed. “And likely to get well plucked the first time I appear in court.”
“Does the thought of your first case scare you?” she asked roguishly.
“No. The fear that there won’t be a first case is what is troubling me. They tell me fledgling lawyers sometimes starve to death and are swept up with the dust in their offices and thrown out.”