Then each hopped awhile on one foot, the other foot kicking between the partner's knees. Then they dipped to the floor. As he swept her back to her full height, the music turned sly and sarcastic. It gave an unreal color to his words.
"Will you pardon me one question?"
"Probably not. What is it?"
"Didn't you wear this same hat yesterday?"
Her head came up with a glare. "Isn't that a rather catty remark for a man to make?"
"Oh, I didn't mean it that way," he faltered. "It's a beautiful hat."
"No hat is beautiful two days in succession. It's unkind of you, though, to notice it, and rub it in."
"For heaven's sake, don't take it that way. I—I followed this hat of yours for miles and miles yesterday."
"You followed this hat?"
"Yes."