"No," she replied, in a breathy voice.
"Can I have the pleasure of escorting you to Coney to-morrow night?"
"I'll be pleased to accept your company," she said.
They danced again, and her hair brushed his cheek.
"You're some girl, all right!" he said, holding her close.
She giggled on his shoulder.
"Gee, but I love to dance!"
"Say," he said, looking down at her suspiciously, "is it my dancing you like or me?"
"Silly!" she whispered. "I like you and your dancing."
"You're all right, little one!" he assured her.