"Why, child," said Flora to Loveday, "you look very nice, I am sure. But your place should be much further down the procession." Then, more sharply: "Why do you stare so, girl?"
Loveday stood as one stricken, her cheek now as white as the sash she was still holding in her shaking hands.
CHAPTER XII: IN WHICH LOVEDAY DANCES
Chapter XII
IN WHICH LOVEDAY DANCES
The Mayor had stepped forward, fearing lest this young person might be annoying the heiress; the bandsmen had turned from the final survey of their instruments to gaze; here and there various people who recognised Loveday were pressing through the crowd, eager to see and hear. Only Miss Le Pettit had drawn back against the protecting arm of the gentleman who was to be her partner. Loveday still stayed, her riband in her hands.
There came comments from the crowd.
"Loveday Strick! She'm mad! This month past she'm been like a crazy thing about the Flora!"
"I thought all the time she must be mad to have imagined Miss Le Pettit meant to dance along wi' she!"