"Wish I could get a dance with her, but I can't," said Henderson. "My Missis knows who I am. I ain't got her spotted yet, though. Yes, I have. That flower girl's her. I'd know the way she jerks her shoulders anywhere." He cut neatly in and separated the flower girl from the monk. "Look here, Minnie," he said gently. "You ain't called on to dance like a broncho, you know. Remember, you're the mother of a family! Cut out having too many dances with that monk. He holds you too tight. I think he's one of the committee men. You floss up to the tallest domino and give him a good time. That's the Boss." The flower girl sniggered and Henderson pushed her from him with marital impatience and took an Indian squaw away from the hobo. "Come on, little girl," he said. "You can dance all right. If my wife wasn't here I'd show you a time." The squaw stiffened and the monk swung her away from Jack, who immediately arrested old Dad Robins, the night watchman, who was taking a sly peak off his beat at the festivities. Henderson forced the delighted old man through a waltz, with himself as a very languishing partner. The hobo, dancing with one of the flower girls, said: "Jane, I've been trying to get a chance to warn you not to say anything to Mrs. Penelope about that deal with Freet. I was a fool to let you see that letter tonight. Now I'm getting into national politics, you've got to learn to keep your mouth shut." "How'd you know me?" whispered the flower girl. "You don't dance as good as Mrs. Pen," he replied. Here the monk stole the flower girl and danced off with her, firmly. "Remember the dance at Coney Island and how mean you were to me?" he whispered. "And how bossy and high-handed you were about the bathing? How did you know me?" The monk hugged the flower girl to him. "You haven't lived in my heart for all these years without my getting to _know_ you!" And the flower girl sighed ecstatically. The tall domino, dancing with the other flower girl, felt the strains of Espanita creeping up his backbone, and he said, "There is something in the air out here that is almost intoxicating!" The flower girl answered: "It'll do more than that for you, if you'll give it a chance. It will make you see things." "I don't understand you," replied the domino in a dignified way. "I mean you'd see if you stayed here long enough that what Jim Manning needs is help, not investigating." "How do you know I'm not Manning?" The flower girl sniffed. "I'm an old woman so I can tell you that no woman would ever mistake him for anyone else after she'd once danced with him." "He is making a most regrettable record here," very stiffly from the domino. "Shucks! Why don't you fire Arthur Freet? I warn you right now that he's trying to get his hooks into this dam." "The Service might well dispense with both of them, I believe," said the domino. The flower girl sniffed again. "You politicians--" she began, when she was interrupted by a call at the door.