"Well," she said, "you can have the supper dance."
He took her programme to write on it.
"Why!" he said, "there's a name down here for the supper dance. 'Herbert' it looks like."
"Oh!" she replied carelessly, "that's nothing. Cross it out."
So he crossed Herbert out.
"Why don't you ask Nellie here for a dance," said Ruth Earp.
And Nellie blushed. He gathered that the possible honour of dancing with the supremely great man had surpassed Nellie's modest expectations.
"Can I have the next one?" he said.
"Oh, yes!" Nellie timidly whispered.
"It's a polka, and you are n't very good at polking, you know," Ruth warned him. "Still, Nellie will pull you through."