Jo looked at her expectantly but vainly; for she gladdened the pride of Francis by choosing him as her partner. Betty and Billy mutually chose each other. Mrs. Kingdon selected a newcomer. Agatha and the "other girl" asked their particular friends, and the cook spitefully "sat it out." Pen had to follow the prim little steps learned by Francis at a city dancing school the winter before, and Sleepy Sandy thoughtfully timed his tune thereto and shortened the number. Then Jo started for the belle of the ball, but a youth in combination attire of hunter, cowboy and soldier was ahead of him. "Would you honor me, ma'am?" he asked. She would and did, but she never learned the name of the wonderful dance with which she "honored" him. It had been a case of "whither thou goest, I will go." Again Sleepy Sandy was considerate and cut this number short also. Then Betty came running breathlessly up to Pen. "Jo says if you don't dance with him this next time like you promised, he'll drown the kittens. Please, Aunt Pen!" Jo was promptly on hand this time. "This is mine," he asserted, "unless you're danced out by that gink." "My dancing blood isn't up yet," she said, slipping into his arms. She didn't care to know the name of the dance. All she knew was the ecstasy of the moment in the flowing, melting rhythm. Jo had the easy assurance of the dancer born, and she went where he willed, as if she were floating on silver wires. Finally, Sleepy Sandy, watching them in envious admiration, was aware that he had played as long as the law of limit allowed. "Isn't this better than Reilly's?" she asked demurely. "There will never in the world be to me a night like the one at Reilly's," he replied. "Jo, why don't you go into vaudeville? Your dancing would bring you twice what your work here must." "Mine is a man's job," he retorted. "I'd rather dance horseback than on any stage. I have to go over to Farley with a lot of cattle to-morrow. It will take me three days. You will arrange to see me again when I come back?" "I surely will, Jo," she promised. "Don't let Jo monopolize you," said Kingdon, coming up to them at the close of the dance. "We try to give the boys plenty of recreation, and they don't get many girls to dance with. None like you." Pen dutifully promised to do penance with the rank and file. "I'll go and ask the cook," said Jo mournfully, "else I won't get half rations. Then I'll come back for you." Reluctantly he gave way to Gene and approached the cook. "Say!" he asked with a quirk to his mouth, "want to hook on to the wishbone?" "Those darned brats fetch and carry everything they hear," she exclaimed. "Forget it. A wishbone's the best bone to pick anyway." Thereafter he waited patiently for Pen to do her duty dances and slip one in with him. Pen went to sleep that night with blissful recollections of her wonderful dances with Jo and a vague curiosity as to whether Kurt Walters could dance.