"What a wonderful time!" exclaimed Betty. "I never thought we could have such a jolly good time at a regular hotel affair."
"Why?" asked Hazel, wondering.
"Because there are so many kinds of people that——"
"We are all chorus, and no spot light?" interrupted Walter mischievously. "But we might put you up on the window sill."
"Indeed!" and the little lady flounced off. "Now you may fill in that girl's card over there—the red-headed one. She has been looking at you most all evening, and I have promised at least four dances."
Walter looked as if he would fall at Betty's feet if there had been sufficient room.
"Betty! Betty!" he begged. "If you do not give me the 'Yale' I shall leave the ballroom instanter."
"Oh, if you really want it," agreed Betty, and off they went.
Bess was soon "puffed out" with the vigorous dance. She was with Jack.
"Let's sit it out," she suggested. "I seem to be all out of breath."