"
"That won't hurt her," laughed Polly. "It's an old pose of hers. She
knows she looks superb when she is angry, so she keeps herself furious
half the time on purpose."
"She looks like the mischief!" answered Tom. "Hadn't we better steer
over and wait with her? She's the ugliest sight I ever saw!"
"Why, Tom!" cried Polly. "Stop, quickly!"
They hurried to Edith.
"Come dear," said Polly. "We are going to wait with you until Phil
returns. Let's go after a drink. I am so thirsty!"
"Yes, do!" begged Tom, offering his arm. "Let's get out of here until
Phil comes."
There was the opportunity to laugh and walk away, but Edith Carr would
not accept it.
"My betrothed left me here," she said. "Here I shall remain until he
returns for me, and then--he will be my betrothed no longer!"
Polly grasped Edith's arm.
"Oh, Edith!" she implored. "Don't make a scene here, and to-night.
Edith, this has been the loveliest dance ever given at the club house.
Every one is saying so. Edith! Darling, do come! Phil will be back in
a second. He can explain! It's only a breath since I saw him go out. I
thought he had returned."
As Polly panted these disjointed ejaculations, Tom Levering began to
grow angry on her account.
"He has been gone just long enough to show every one of his guests that
he will leave me standing alone, like a neglected fool, for any passing
whim of his. Explain! His explanation would sound well! Do you know for
whom he caught that moth? It is being sent to a girl he flirted with all
last summer.
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