"And what do you do at the party?"
Kate looked a little disgusted at this question. "What do we do? We do what most people do at a party," she answered rather tartly.
"Well, what I meant was, do you dance?" asked Dolly, in a half-apologetic tone.
"Dance? I should think we did, and we have music, and at the very end the best fun of all."
"I shouldn't think it would be such great fun, just to dance with girls."
"You are not obliged to dance with girls."
"What! You don't mean—that there are young fellows—men?"
"There are boys,—that's what I call them,—boys like my brother Schuyler. Schuyler is seventeen."
Dolly gave a long drawn "Oh!" It was evidently an "Oh" of relief; but directly she asked, with demure mischief,—
"Can't you have 'em over seventeen?"