Polly suddenly ran into the grove for her beloved Miss Nita.
"You must! You must!" she declared, as Miss Sterling doubtfully shook her head. "You don't know how much nicer it is to dance outdoors! Come!"
She hesitated, but the music was inspiring, and impulsively tossing all else aside she skipped on with Polly.
Along the road jogged a buggy, and the driver stared at the unusual sight. Then he stopped his horse.
"What's up?" he called out. "Is it a boardin'-school or a lunatic asylum?"
Polly and Miss Sterling came whirling toward him. "Neither, sir!" answered Polly promptly. "We are dancing hikers!"
"Wh-at?" the man gasped.
But the laughing couple waltzed on.
Blue had gallantly claimed Juanita Sterling for her second dance, and as they waltzed down to the street they saw the motorists whom they had left beside the road driving toward them. The car stopped, and Mr. Randolph and Miss Puddicombe stepped out.
"It was too tempting!" he exclaimed. "We couldn't go by. Is it a free-for-everybody dance?"