“And you promised to dance with me this first dance,” declared Trix, angrily, as the music began.
Neale did not pay much attention to her—at the moment. “It’s my fault, I guess,” he said, laughing. “I’ll go back for them, Ag.”
But Trix got right between him and the door. “Now! you sha’n’t go off and leave me in the lurch that way, Neale O’Neill” she cried, shrilly.
“Aw——There are other dances. Wait till I come back,” he said.
“You can dance in the shoes you have on,” Trix said, sharply.
“What if?”
“But we can’t, Trix,” interposed Agnes, much distressed. “Ruth and I, you know——”
“I don’t care!” interrupted Trix, boiling over at last. “You Corner House girls are the most selfish things! You’d spoil his fun for half the party——”
“Aw, don’t bother!” growled Neale, in much disgust.
“I will bother! You——”