"Yes; but—"
"Well, then, you're goin'. If Charley Harkins don't like it he should have taken you to dances hisself."
"I ain't been to a dance since the Ladies' Mask me and Charley went to when he was still playing matinées. I've almost forgot how."
Her eyes were like stars.
"Swell dancers like you used to be don't forget so easy."
"My dress is old, but it is low-neck."
"It's all right; and you can wear my forget-me-not wreath in your hair—it'll just match your dress."
They took the frock from the wicker bag and held it up.
"That's just fine, Lil; and you can carry my old fan—I got a new one from a gentleman friend for Christmas."
"Loo!"