"No. I reckon not; but Toot sorter lays claim to 'er though."
"And she don't object?"
She looked up and laughed. "It don't look much like it, does it?"
"I don't know; I never saw them together before."
"Oh, I see; well, he's her regular stand-by; he takes 'er to all the frolics, an' the picnics, an' to meetin'. He lives out at his father's, a mile or so from town, but he gets meals mighty often at the hotel."
As the dance began Westerfelt glanced again at Harriet Floyd. He could not explain the interest he had in her. She was looking straight into his eyes, as if she had divined that he was talking about her. He was almost certain that she colored slightly as she glanced on to Mrs. Bradley.
Mrs. Bradley smiled and moved towards her, between the wall and the flying heels of the revolving circle. Westerfelt, in turning his "lady on the right," came near them as Mrs. Bradley was saying:
"I want you to get acquainted with my Fannin young man, Harriet. He's mighty nice."
At that moment Harriet caught Westerfelt's eye again, and knew that he had heard the remark.
She nodded, and said, evasively, "You are having a nice dance, Mrs. Bradley; they all seem to be enjoying it very much."