Mr. Sippy expressed a polite desire to observe the phenomenon. They danced again. Once in the maze of couples, they caught sight of Lulu and Mr. Polly, and they changed partners; but after a while they drifted together again.
"Gee!" said Mr. Sippy. "I'd rather dance with you."
"Ain't that funny?" said Lilly. "That's just what I was thinkin'."
They looked into each other's eyes.
"I ain't the kind of a fellow that takes up with every girl," explained Mr. Sippy, in self-elucidation.
"That's just what I like," said Lilly; "that's just the way with me. It ain't everybody I take a likin' to; but when I do like a person I like 'em."
"Now just look at me," went on Mr. Sippy. "If I wanted to I could bring a girl down here every night; but I don't, just because it ain't often I take a fancy to a girl."
"I like for a gentleman not to be so common-like."
"I like a person or I don't like them, that's all." He looked at her ringless hands. "You ain't keepin' no steady company, are you?"
She colored clear up into her hair.