“Hello,” said Chet, “you don’t seem to be dancing.”
Hanks showed some surprise in being addressed in this manner.
“No, I’m not dancing,” he answered. “You see, I’m a late arrival here, and I haven’t met many of the young ladies.”
“Then you weren’t at dinner? Somehow, I didn’t remember seeing you.”
“No. I missed the spread. By Jove! that’s a peach of a pretty girl!”
“Which one?”
“The one my friend Sparkfair is dancing with. Do you know her?”
Chester’s eyes found Dale and his partner in the moving throng upon the floor.
“Oh, yes, I know her,” he answered.
“What’s her name?”