“Yes.”
“Then this waltz—let’s——”
“I beg your pardon,” she said. “There’s Dale. I am to dance with him.”
She gave Sparkfair a signal and moved toward him, leaving Dick feeling perplexed and hurt.
“You must dance with me this time, Dale,” she said.
“By the ears of Midas, I can’t!” he gasped, in dismay. “I’ve engaged Janette Brice, and she has her eye on me this minute, June.”
“Then get me a partner and be quick about it,” June urged. “Don’t leave me alone more than twenty seconds.”
Out shot Dale’s arm, and he collared Harmford, who was passing.
“Here you are,” said Spark. “Fine girl, fine fellow. Go it. You know Mr. Harmford, June.”
“Goodness!” gasped Harmford, as Spark hustled away. “Is that his style of doing things? Will you dance with me, Miss Arlington?”