“Would I not, indeed!” cried Rollo.
“Let me see,” said Stella, “what o’clock is it? Three o’clock. Let us meet here again at five when there is dancing. I have to go to the hairdresser’s. Will you come, Rollo?”
“No, thank you,” said Rollo politely. “I must go to my apartment and tell my mother what I propose to do.”
“Very well!” said Stella, “we will meet here at five.” And so it was arranged.
Rollo was not sorry when he reached the apartment to find that no one was at home. The very first thing he did was to look in his box for his fish-line and bobbin. There it was, just where he had put it when he left home. Rollo put it in his pocket and walked slowly back to the Ritz. In the hall-way he met Stella and the others and they were soon at a table in another room where the music was playing pleasantly.
“Who will dance with us?” asked Rollo presently.
“Why, I will dance with you, and Rupie will dance with Anabelle,” said his Cousin Stella.
It embarrassed him very much when Stella placed his arm about her waist and led him into the middle of the room, where many other young people were dancing and bumping each other and laughing rudely.
“It is a Toddle,” said Stella, tickling Rollo’s ear with her hair.