"Glad to," Judith accepted the commission. "But don't you like my
Ray?"
"Couldn't help it," said Jane affably. "Of the two boys I like Ray's hair best. It's so—smoky."
"And Jane! Have you seen who Dozia is lugging around? That awfully big boy, the football giant of Yorktown."
"Makes Doze look small by comparison, and that's an achievement," said Jane. "There's my dance with Nettie Brocton. It would be dreadful if we forgot to take care of our own little playmates. Isn't everything going lovely?"
"Nothing could be improved upon unless it be Miss Robert's hair.
That's a bit lopsided."
"But her feather fan is a gem," said Jane, moving toward the dance floor.
"So is her back comb," laughed Judith, as the chums drifted apart among the dancers.
A waltz encore was just then being demanded. The dancers stood about clapping and insisting upon a repetition of the number. Jane and Judith waited a moment before their partners espied them, and as they lingered they heard the girls commenting on Sally. She was, indeed, a charming figure as she stood out there with her partner, who happened to be Ted; and it was Inez Wilson who most particularly noticed the two dancers in the center of the floor. She seized Jane's hand and whispered:
"Oh, Jane, just see how much Sally looks like her partner!"
"Yes," put in Janet Clarke, "they even have the same pose."