"Certainly," agreed Jack. "But couldn't I get some for you, or send you some?"
"Some what?"
"Breath, wasn't that what you wanted? Here is a splendid place for a breathing spell."
Bess laughed and sat down with her partner.
"There are all sorts of ways to dance," she remarked as the "red-headed" girl, who had eyes for Walter, stepped on her toes in passing.
"Those girls from the Breakwater seem to have spite against us," remarked Jack. "That is the second time they have stepped on our toes."
"And she is no featherweight," answered Bess, frowning.
"Strange thing that good clothes cannot cover bad manners," went on Jack, who was plainly annoyed. "Let us take the other bench. She can't possibly reach us in the alcove."
Cora was just gliding by.
"Lazy," she called lightly. "You are missing the best dance."