“I'm always so tired and dull in the evening.”
“This sort of thing is just what you want to rest and freshen up your spirits.”
Mac gave a groan and fell back vanquished, for it was evident that escape was impossible.
“What put such a perfectly wild idea into your head?” he demanded, rather roughly, for hitherto he had been left in peace and this sudden attack decidedly amazed him.
“Sheer necessity, but don't do it if it is so very dreadful to you. I must go to several more parties, because they are made for me, but after that I'll refuse, and then no one need be troubled with me.”
Something in Rose's voice made Mac answer penitently, even while he knit his brows in perplexity. “I don't mean to be rude, and of course I'll go anywhere if I'm really needed. But I don't understand where the sudden necessity is, with three other fellows at command, all better dancers and beaus than I am.”
“I don't want them, and I do want you, for I haven't the heart to drag Uncle out anymore, and you know I never go with any gentleman but those of my own family.”
“Now look here, Rose if Steve has been doing anything to tease you, just mention it and I'll attend to him,” cried Mac, plainly seeing that something was amiss and fancying that Dandy was at the bottom of it, as he had done escort duty several times lately.
“No, Steve has been very good, but I know he had rather be with Kitty Van, so of course I feel like a marplot, though he is too polite to hint it.”
“What a noodle that boy is! But there's Archie he's steady as a church and has no sweetheart to interfere,” continued Mac, bound to get at the truth and half suspecting what it was.