"You appear to be having a pleasant time."
"O, splendid! I've danced every set. Thar's a heap of polite beaux—ain't there?"
"Miss Ross, what shall I have the pleasure of helping you to?" asked Mr. Euston, Ida's escort.
She named an article, and Celestia twitched her arm—"Who's that?"
"Mr. Euston," said Ida, distinctly.
"Is he your beau?"
"No."
"Then you'd as lief as not interduce me, hadn't you? He's the loveliest thing I ever saw."
Ida flushed with disgust and vexation; the insufferable conceit of the girl, her bizarre appearance, and harsh tones drew the notice of many to them; and her horror of ridicule was strong upon her.