"Oh, I see. The _Missus_ Tranyon fooled you!" replies the catechized one with a grin. "I am _Mrs._ Tranyon Number One, and Christine's _Mrs._ Tranyon Number Two," and is astounded to see Mrs. Livingston grow pale and fly from her, muttering faintly, "Help!" But the explanation of the Mormon lady has so horrified the widow that she forgets all about Oliver and his jealousy, and makes an immediate attempt to take her charges home even before supper. But they will not go; for Louise is enjoying herself very greatly, and Ferdie has struck up a flirtation with the prettiest Mormon girl in the room, and is asking her with pathos in his voice how she thinks she would enjoy living in New York. "Quite well," answers that young lady. Then she giggles with the simplicity peculiar to the maidens of Deseret: "Ain't you already married to that fair-haired blonde you are dancing with so much? Have you explained to her I am to be her sister?"--a proposition that so startles Mr. Chauncey that he dodges the Mormon maiden for the rest of the evening. As for Erma, to Mrs. Livingston's suggestion that they leave the ball at once, she replies shortly, "What! and break _all_ my engagements?" omitting, however, to state that most of them are to Captain Lawrence, and continues dancing with this gentleman, to the rage of Mr. Oliver, who goes to sulking and leaves her alone. Mr. Kruger also noticing the same, thinks to himself, "Time for Lot to put his oar in." He has already greeted Miss Travenion at odd times when he has passed with affable nods and "How do's?" and "Having a good time, Sissy?" and such expressions of interest. He now comes to her and says, stroking his newly cut beard, "What do you promise me, Miss Ermie, if I bring you and your daddy together to-morrow?" "Anything," replies the girl, excitedly. "Very well; you shall see Pop to-morrow, for one dance this evening." "Why, my programme is already full," demurs Miss Travenion. "Well, steal one for me. Perhaps that Lawrence chap could spare one. Reckon he's down on your card a few times more," he guffaws. "Very well," says the girl hurriedly. "Take the Virginia reel," for she is desperately afraid of dancing a waltz with the athletic Lot, whose feet must go somewhere and have very little respect for the toes of his partner. Then she adds: "But remember, if I keep my promise this evening, you will keep yours to-morrow?" "Oh, sure as boys like to kiss," cries Lot merrily. This compels an explanation to Captain Lawrence, which is not received very well, that gentleman growing Hector-like and muttering, "So you rob me for the benefit of one of my enemies?" "One of your enemies?" "Yes, this man Kruger is part owner in the Mormon company that is fighting for my mine,--he and that villain Tranyon," he explains, "and you dance with _him_?" "Why not," says the girl, growing haughty. "Have I not been generous to you this evening?" Then she pouts, "You've had _all_ my dances. What more do you want?"