"I'm so glad you guessed right the first time," declared Snow White in a muffled voice from behind her mask. "I've been perfectly crazy to talk to someone. It's a gorgeous party, isn't it, Hal?"
"The nicest one the Sanford girls have ever given the boys," returned Hal Macy, warmly. "You'll give me the next dance, won't you, Marjorie?"
"Of course," acquiesced Marjorie. "I think the grand march is going to end in a minute."
She danced the first dance with Hal. After that the Youth with the Magic Fiddle claimed her, and when he asked in a tone of deep concern, "When do you think Constance will be home, Marjorie?" she had no difficulty in recognizing Lawrence Armitage.
"I don't know, Laurie," she said rather confusedly. "I—I haven't heard from her."
"She wrote me one letter," declared Laurie, gloomily. "I answered it, but she hasn't written me a line since."
"Then you know——" began Marjorie. She did not finish.
"Know what?" asked Laurie, impatiently.
"Nothing," was the answer.
"That's just it!" exclaimed the boy. "I know exactly nothing about Constance. I thought you'd be sure to know something."