"Red's all right," Olga tossed her head, "but that dress! She ought to know better. A five cent cheese cloth would have been better'n that."
Kent was truly enamored of pretty Olga but he looked at her angrily.
"You girls make me sick," he grunted and started dodging among the dancers, across the room to Lydia's side. Olga stood pouting.
"What's the matter?" asked Charlie Jackson.
"Oh, I just said Lydia's dress was a fright and Kent went off mad."
Charlie in turn stared at Lydia.
Kent in the meantime was grinning at Lydia amiably.
"Hello, Lyd! Want to dance?"
"I can't. Don't know how," replied Lydia, despondently.
"Easy as anything. Come on, I'll teach you."