“You mean a man dance?”
“Yes.”
“Well, let’s have it right away.”
“I don’t know anybody to ask, except a young prep school boy, but——”
“Oh, I’ll have Jim bring over a lot of people from Amherst, and we can decorate the room with purple in their honor, and then we can all sing their songs when the dancing is over.”
The plans for the dance were soon being elaborately laid by every Amblerite. The matron said it must be in the afternoon. So they set a convenient Saturday, and dispatched their invitations informally over the telephone. Jim responded so nobly to the appeal Peggy made to him, that he rounded up half a dozen football stars and glee club men for the partners of the girls who didn’t know anybody within telephoning distance.
“I’ll bring the whole frat, if you say so,” came Jim’s cheerful voice over the wire. “Half of them can’t dance to amount to anything, but they can stand around and be ornamental—and fetch and carry ices.”
“Well, our dancing isn’t a thing of beauty and a joy forever either, but that won’t keep us off the floor. Bring anybody you like, that is, of the kind I mentioned, but they must be willing.”
“Willing? Can you take care of all Amherst if I bring it?”
“Yes,” responded Peggy enthusiastically. “We could, but there wouldn’t be ices enough.”