"A dance!" cried Marjorie, jumping up in glee, and dropping her crochet upon the floor. "In honor of the hockey team!"
"Isn't it great, Marj? Who's inviting you?"
"David Conner! Who's your partner?"
"Dick!"
"Of course he is! I needn't have asked."
"John Hadley had better look out," remarked Lily; "or somebody else will have his girl."
"I'm not anybody's girl!" protested Marjorie, indignantly. And then, demurely—"Only father's!"
"A dinner-dance!" repeated Lily, reading her invitation for the third time. "Marj, have you ever been to one?"
"Never!"
"How do you suppose they got Miss Allen's permission?"