"I happen to know," I concluded, "that the lady of the limousine is here to-night. Before the ball is over I shall have danced with her."
"But you've never seen her," she protested.
"I know her voice."
She laughed musically.
"Aren't you a bit of an optimist?" she queried.
"I don't think so. And she's just sweet."
"But if you don't know her name, how can you hope——"
"Her name," I said, "is Dot."
The hand upon my shoulder shook slightly.
We danced on.