Sure enough, he took her hand in his, drew it through his arm, and led her out of the dancing room.
"Without even a 'by your leave?'" and Patty looked up at him, inquiringly.
"Without it or with it. But you can't dance any more tonight. You're so tired you can scarcely stand up now."
"That's so, now that you speak of it. But I hadn't realised it."
"Of course you hadn't. You're crazy, when it comes to dancing!"
"Well, you're not. You haven't danced with me once tonight, except that old country dance."
"Did you want me to? Were you lacking for partners?"
"Me! Lacking for partners! Am I, usually?"
"Oh, Patty, what a little Vanity Box you are! No, you never lack for partners or attention or flattery,—all you ever lack is a little common sense."
"Why-ee! Little Billee! I've always prided myself on my common sense.
But where are you taking me?"