"Now I have a programme, Captain Sayre," Patty said. "If you really want a part of a dance—"
"I don't!" declared the captain, positively. "There are some ladies I'd dance half a dance with, but NOT with you."
"Then I suppose I'll have to give you a whole one," Patty sighed, "and I know I won't have enough to go 'round. You know it's late, and there are only ten dances on the list."
"And they're half gone!" exclaimed Captain Sayre, as he looked at the card Patty had handed him.
"What!" she cried, looking at it herself.
Sure enough there was a very big black B. F. written against every other dance!
"Bill Farnsworth!" she exclaimed. "Well, if he hasn't a nerve! He wants the earth!"
"And the sea, and all that in them is!" said Captain Sayre. "Look here, Miss Fairfield, I'll be satisfied with the other five. Thus, you're dividing your dances evenly, don't you see?"
"Nonsense! I'll agree to no such highway robbery! You may have a dance, Captain Sayre,—take a waltz, if you like; and then give me my card again. Do you want one, Jack?"
"DO I? Does a squirrel want nuts? Only one, Sea Spirit?"