"Oh, I beg your pardon—"
"No occasion in the world. I was laughing at you, so I must do the apologizing. But I feel justified in laughing at you. This isn't any place to worry. This is a party. Is your sweetheart dancing too often and too tenderly with your lovely friend?"
"I haven't any sweetheart," she said, laughing gaily at the notion. "It is my sister I am watching. She is such a nice, naughty little thing."
She pointed Rosalie out to him, not without pride, and flushed with pleasure when he commented warmly on her grace and beauty.
"And how beautifully she dances."
"Yes, she does, the little sinner. And a grand time we'll have in the morning, fixing things up with father."
"Doesn't he allow you to dance?"
"He allows us to do anything," said Doris with loyal dignity. "But we do not do it. We are preachers."
"What, all of you?"