"I—-I guess I can't remember anything," she pleaded.
Freshman laughter rang out merrily at this. But the waltz had ended, and now the prompter was calling for the grand march.
"Let's find our places," urged Dan Dalzell.
"We're on the side, so we might as well remain right where we are," proposed Dick. "That is, unless the floor manager or some aide comes along and chases us to the rear of the procession."
But no one interfered with the freshmen taking their places in the line just where they stood.
As the grand march ended the orchestra drew breath once or twice, then burst forth in a gallop. Dick offered Laura his guidance, and away they flew together. By the time the gallop ended the freshman couples were rather well scattered over the hall.
Dick danced well. He enjoyed himself immensely. So did his partners. Some of the freshman girls finally drifted off with upper class partners.
Toward midnight, Dick, alone, drifted to Dave Darrin and Harry
Hazelton.
"I haven't a thing to do, now, for four dances, unless some senior drops dead," Dick remarked.
"I'm in as bad a plight," admitted Harry.