Kitty gave her hair a few touches here and there. “I’m ready now!”
There was nothing formal about Blue Bonnet’s manner of receiving her guests; she was glad to see them, and she said so. Her own enjoyment was evident; loving dancing herself, she was quite sure everyone else must be equally fond of it, and she was determined that there should be no wall-flowers at her party. Uncle Cliff was an invaluable ally, dancing with whomever she bade him.
“This is better than tea-parties?” Alec asked, when his turn with her came.
“Yes, indeed.”
“So I think; I wasn’t at that tea-party, you may remember?”
“I remember you very nearly prevented my being at it.”
“Is that the reason you’re turning me down now?”
“I’m not. The next three are duty dances—with boys I don’t know very well.”
“Thanks—for not including this among them.”
Blue Bonnet turned to her next partner, a tall boy—one of the coming graduates; she hoped he wasn’t as serious as he looked.