“They step on more than their toes,” the girl countered. “They step on anything the girl gives them a chance to step on! At least, most of them do. I never saw but one who wouldn’t. And I lost him--lost sight of him, I mean--on account of losing his card.” She lifted her long and thick lashes of a golden brown that caught the light from the swinging oil lamps and formed a delicate nimbus around her serious eyes. “But I’m going to tell you about him. I’d like you to know I’ve met one man I could respect. Men who hang around dance halls not even a boob could think much of! “It was this way: “Times got worse. I got so I couldn’t make out. They raised my rent on me. I couldn’t go to live with my people. They bunked and washed and cooked in one room, with a window and the fire escape for their excitement; and I’d got used to better. I couldn’t go back there--not with Teddy in my head. He’d have looked down on me, see? “So Teddy says to me: ‘Why don’t you try South America? I’ve been told they pay high, down there, for American dancers. And board and lodging thrown in,’ he says. And he says that he’ll see if he can get me a chance, through a friend of his that’s in town looking for girls to go down to Colon. This friend came in to talk to me about it. It’s a swell chance to make big money, he says. The Panamanians are ready spenders, he says, and crazy over dancing. And Teddy kept trying to make me go. “I went. The boat got in about seven o’clock in the evening. The man they sent to meet me said that I was to hop into my dance clothes and hurry along with him to the hall. My trunk would go up afterward. “Say, I’m telling you--I never did see a dance hall like that one! It was a scream! The guy hadn’t told me that the Panamanians were all colours! Everything was sitting at the tables, from putty-coloured dudes with diamonds in their embroidered shirts to jet-black niggers in fine clothes. Each man had poured a bottle of scent over himself. The smell of that perfume, and the smell of the different breeds of people, all hot and perspiring, was something fierce. It made me feel queer, all of a sudden.