The schoolgirls in their white dresses were, of course, the belles of the occasion. Lost Chief, living its intensive life of isolation, probably did not realize of what superb physique were the youngsters of its third generation. Jimmy Day devoted himself to Little Marion Falkner, aged fourteen. Marion was called little to distinguish her from her mother, also Marion. The daughter at fourteen was five feet ten inches in height, the mother an inch taller. Even a badly cut muslin dress could not fully conceal the fine breadth of Little Marion's shoulders nor the splendid length and straightness of her legs. Jocelyn Brown, Grandma's grand-daughter, dancing frequently with Charleton Falkner, was at twelve only slightly shorter than Little Marion. She had the face of an angel, the vocabulary of a cowman, and was built of steel. Inez Rodman, very fair and slender, easily five feet nine, was scorned by the older women but was brazenly popular with their husbands and the younger set of boys and girls. Judith danced all the time but only occasionally with Douglas, who took her to task for her neglect. "But, Doug, you and Dad are no novelty to dance with. What's the matter with you anyhow? You never used to want to dance with me." "I'm just trying to keep you from dancing with all these roughneck riders." Douglas' chin was in the air above his bright blue silk neck scarf. Judith's eyes swept him appraisingly. His white silk shirt hung loose on his thin, fine shoulders. His broad rider's belt, studded with blue enameled rings, encircled a waist almost as slender as Jude's own. His white duck trousers were turned up to display new riding boots, and his spurs, a graduation gift, were of silver and chimed at his slightest movement. "You're almost as good-looking as Jimmy Day," she said with a sudden chuckle. "Run along, Doug. You aren't old enough to protect me from these bad men!" And she turned to dance with the waiting Jimmy. It was nearing midnight when Douglas achieved his first dance with Inez. She was the best dancer in the room, and Douglas told her so. "I'll bet you haven't told that to the other girls," she said with a flash of her white teeth. "I have! I said it to Jude when she turned me down for Dad." "Smart! Helps both you and me with Jude, of course!" "Much you care about that!" retorted Douglas. "I like to be liked, of course," said Inez. "You do?" Douglas' voice was so honestly incredulous that Inez exclaimed resentfully: "Am I so much worse than a lot of the kids at school?" Douglas shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Judith's straight. I've kept her so." Inez laughed. "Judith's straight because she's that kind of a girl. Why don't you watch your dad instead of Jude?" Douglas' lips tightened and Inez studied his face in silence for a moment; then she went on, "Pretty fond of Jude, aren't you, Doug? Your father is a devil with women--that big, bossy, good-looking kind always is. I tell Jude so every time I see her."