"Olive," begged Shirley, when with difficulty she had secured her sister's reluctant attention, "if I take care of Peter Bell for a while, won't you be nice to him? He does n't dance, and he does n't know anybody----"
"It's enough that he 's here!" retorted Olive, with a frown. "I didn't ask him or his sister, so I----"
"You did n't ask him?"
"No, no--run along!
"But who----"
"Forrest--without saying a word to me."
"Oh!" Shirley gasped, and was silent for a minute. Then she pulled at Olive's arm again.
"Olive, but they 're our guests just the same, and----"
"Shirley, don't bother me now!"
"Listen, Olive, just a minute. Peter says nobody could be prettier than you."