"You are not Daphne," he said with relief. "Taffy has green eyes and yours are brown, red brown like autumn leaves." Phyllis gave a little start, for the words were so like little Don's.
"I'm glad you are not Taffy," Chuck went on. "I might have known you weren't."
"Why?" Phyllis could not help asking.
"Oh, because Taffy and I are on the outs, and she wouldn't dance with me for anything," he replied indifferently.
"She might," was all Phyllis would say, her brain already busy with a plan.
"Too bad your twin doesn't dance," was Chuck's next remark, and for a minute Phyllis lost step and almost stumbled. He had used the word without thinking, never realizing how near the truth he was.
"But do look," he exclaimed a second later, "she does; there she goes with Jerry Dodd, and she dances beautifully too. Whatever made her say she couldn't?"
Phyllis was speechless with mirth, but she managed to nod to Daphne as she sailed by, still with Jerry.
The dance ended, it was the fifth of the evening, and the four girls had all promised to leave their partners and return to the dressing-room to compare notes when it was over.
Phyllis found the others all there waiting for her, for it had been difficult to find an excuse to satisfy Chuck. He made her promise to meet him at the bench for the seventh dance before he would leave her to keep his next dance with Muriel.