Margery made no reply, but she evidently complied. In a moment there came a preliminary strumming on the mandolin.
"Help me up, Harry," said Jennie.
"With pleasure," said "Harry."
He was helping her to mount on to the table.
"Move that siphon off," Jennie said. "I might kick it over."
There was gay excitement in her voice. Cocktails had made her indifferent to appreciation. As for Merriam, the conscience of a realist compels me to report a sense of disappointment: he wanted to see the dance.
"Now sit down again," cried Jennie. "You can see better."
At this frankness Crockett laughed. There was the sound of his dropping into a chair.
"Now, Marge!" Jennie commanded.
But Margery did not strike into her tune and the dance did not begin, for at that instant the telephone rang.