Dirk looked sullen and cross when he came to take Beth to supper, but Beth did not see it. “Oh, Dirk,” she sighed, “isn’t it lovely, lovely! There’s a book at home, an old history all full of pictures, and it’s just as if they had come to life! Yet I think it’s more as if the garden had come alive. And the music! I feel as if I was a little pink cloud! You know; the kind that is so fluffy and looks so happy when it blows along in the sunset.” “Well, I’m glad you like it!” growled Dirk disgustedly. “If ever you catch me togging out like this again! It’s hotter’n fury in this double-thing-doublet! And even the sword bothers the life out of me. If I was up in the gym and had some of the fellers I could get some good out of this sword. Come on, Beth; we’ll have a supper anyhow that’ll be big enough to bust this old doublet--wish ’twould!” “Oh, Dirk; I thought everybody was having such a lovely time; I’m so sorry! But you will have a good time when we dance the dance that Natalie leads, the one that means chasing the witch, won’t you?” cried Beth falling into line with her discontented cousin for the supper march. “Not on your life!” returned Dirk glumly. In the supper room Beth forgot Dirk as soon as he had gone to get her refreshments, for here was another realm of enchantments. There were clear soups in fairy cups, cold turkey, salads, dear little triangles enclosing turkey or lettuce; a sort of unearthly delicate bread, cakes such as no mere mortal could have made, of which Ella Lowndes would never dare to dream on her baking day, little cakes iced in all colors, flavored by fairies with unknown, haunting flavors. There were ices in the form of little turkeys, as a reminder of the day, and chocolate with whipped cream on its surface, served in cups that were surely flowers changed by enchantment into porcelain. In the middle of the table stood a mammoth turkey and when everybody had had all and more than they could possibly eat Natalie, as the witch, was called upon to cast a spell upon him and make him give up his treasures. So Natalie thrice waved her witch’s stick around his head, and the mammoth turkey, by some secret magic, spread his wings and showered upon the table bonbons, snapping mottoes, little flags and candies that looked like cranberries, but which proved to be something beyond and above the flavor of any candy that Beth had ever tasted. Then the music called “the Pilgrims and Strangers,” as Uncle Jim dubbed his young guests in their ancient gowns, back to the dance. Beth went gladly, delicious though the feast had been. Never in her life before had she danced except around a crowded parlor at home with one of the little girls as partner while another played for their dancing tingling tunes with an unvaried bass. This vast room, ice-smooth floor, these throbbing violins, ’cellos, and harps--ah, that made dancing another matter!