"Wasn't that just grand!" breathed Lilly, when the music ceased. She was softly radiant. "Swell!" agreed Mr. Sippy, applauding for an encore. "Swell!" He regarded her with new interest. "You're some dancer, kid," he said. "Oh, Mr. Sippy, who could help dancin' good with you?" They glided away again. After the waltz they sought the side-lines, where soft drinks were served. A waiter dabbed at the table-top; Lilly fanned herself and ordered sarsaparilla. "You don't look hot--you look cool," said Mr. Sippy, admiringly. She took a dainty draught through her straw. "I'm just happy--that's all," she replied. The misery, the monotony, the wail of the mother, her own desperation--were away back in the experience of another self. Life had turned on its axis and swung her out of darkness into light. Girls in lacy waists and with swagger hips laughed into her eyes; men looked at her with frank admiration. George Sippy leaned toward her and looked intimately into her face. "Say," he said, "Polly must have known I like blondes." "Oh, and I'm always wishin' to be a brunette!" "You're my style, all right." "I'll bet you say that to every girl." "Nix I do. You can ask Polly if I ain't hard to suit. I know just what style of girl I like." "There's a lot in knowin' just what you like," she said, archly. "That's some yellow hair you got," he observed, irrelevantly. "My sister used to have hair like that." She felt of her coiffure. "Do you like 'em? You ought to see 'em just after they been washed." Mr. Sippy expressed a polite desire to observe the phenomenon. They danced again. Once in the maze of couples, they caught sight of Lulu and Mr. Polly, and they changed partners; but after a while they drifted together again. "Gee!" said Mr. Sippy. "I'd rather dance with you." "Ain't that funny?" said Lilly. "That's just what I was thinkin'." They looked into each other's eyes. "I ain't the kind of a fellow that takes up with every girl," explained Mr. Sippy, in self-elucidation. "That's just what I like," said Lilly; "that's just the way with me. It ain't everybody I take a likin' to; but when I do like a person I like 'em." "Now just look at me," went on Mr. Sippy. "If I wanted to I could bring a girl down here every night; but I don't, just because it ain't often I take a fancy to a girl." "I like for a gentleman not to be so common-like." "I like a person or I don't like them, that's all." He looked at her ringless hands. "You ain't keepin' no steady company, are you?" She colored clear up into her hair. "No," she replied, in a breathy voice. "Can I have the pleasure of escorting you to Coney to-morrow night?" "I'll be pleased to accept your company," she said. They danced again, and her hair brushed his cheek. "You're some girl, all right!" he said, holding her close. She giggled on his shoulder. "Gee, but I love to dance!" "Say," he said, looking down at her suspiciously, "is it my dancing you like or me?"