"Well, you leave her to me. No matter what I say, don't contradict me. Promise?"
"What's up?" asked Van Tassel doubtfully.
"Oh, Mildred's conceit and a few other things that ought to come down. I want you to myself a part of the time, Jack."
Her companion met her laughing glance.
"I am yours to command, Clover, always."
"Don't forget, then," she answered.
When the concert was over, Mildred came slowly up the aisle, superb as usual in her consciously unconscious carriage.
"Well," she said to her sister as they met, "where are we to lunch?"
"Are you going to lunch with us?" asked Clover in well-affected surprise.
"Of course I am," returned the younger with a half-pouting smile flung at Jack; "and I am going in the Ferris Wheel with you too. I haven't been up in it yet."