"Of course it is!" answered Blue. "We are very glad to have you stop and try it with us."
The Home President turned to his companion. "Will you come?" he said.
She looked down with a scowl. "Why, Nelson, I can't dance on such rough ground!"
"Oh, come on!" he urged. "What the others can do, we can!"
"It isn't bad—really!" smiled Miss Sterling. "The sheep have nibbled it pretty smooth."
The couples whirled off, but soon afterwards Nelson Randolph was seen standing alone over by the wood.
"Guess she's the kind that goes with waxed floors and a whole orchestra," laughed Blue.
When the fiddling came to a pause Juanita Sterling found herself not far from the man whom she was endeavoring to shun.
"Let's go down to those birches!" she proposed carelessly. But she was too late, for Nelson Randolph was already coming her way.
"Too tired for another turn?" he asked.