Phyllis and Daphne looked at each other and laughed. Jack Horner had forgotten, in his eagerness to find out who they were, to disguise his own voice, and they both recognized him.
"No, Jerry Dodd, we won't stop mumbling; you'll just have to choose as best you can," Daphne said.
Jerry looked at her curiously; there was something familiar in that tinkly laugh.
"Then I'll choose you," he said promptly. "You know me, so I must know you, and before we have danced half way round the room I bet I can tell you your name."
"Bet you can't," Daphne teased as she got up.
Phyllis watched them whirl away and smiled to herself. Daphne was a beautiful dancer, and if Jerry had even a grain of sense he would recognize her light step, for he had danced with her many times at dancing school. She watched them circle the room once and waited for them to pass her again. As they neared her she expected to hear Daphne's familiar drawl, but instead she heard Jerry's pleading voice say,
"Ah, go on, give a fellow a chance."
The rest of the sentence was lost for a voice close beside her asked,
"Did you find the lemonade?"
She turned quickly to see a knight in shining armor. A golden wig fell to his shoulders, and a blazing cross covered the front of his tunic. He wore a small black mask that did not hide his smiling mouth. He carried a great sword with both hands.