_It is sufficiently light, however, to enable one to discern the grotesque richness of the hall which, as one sees at a glance, is an elaborate representation of a pine forest, the boles of the trees standing out in beautiful irregularity along the walls, the boughs above in the semi-darkness seeming to disappear in some sort of cathedral roof. There, all about, singly and in clusters, innumerable small globes as though the cones were illuminated. Between the trees, also in relief and life-sized, figures of men at work getting out timber. Forward right, teams dragging logs, and, on the opposite wall, a distant view of a river with rafts floating down. Standing on stumps, huge figures support the arched doorways, of which there is one in the rear wall right, and one centre in each of the side walls. Left rear, the grand staircase with the glow of some hidden lamp shining upon the landing. Here the carved scene upon the wall is that of an inclined trestle-work, with logs going up apparently into some mill above. Below, crouched upon the newel-post and the lower rail, the carved figure of a large mountain lion with a frosted light in its open mouth. Forward from the arched doorway, left, there is no wall from about four feet up, and through this open space, faintly illumined by small hidden lamps, a greenness as of palms and flowers._ _The music ceases and the couples break up. Later, the piano begins again, and just inside the main hall Gladys Egerton, in low décolleté and holding her skirts above her ankles, appears dancing ravishingly to the music of the piano_) FIRST LADY. Isn't she charming! SECOND LADY. And that's George that's playing. (_Holding her skirts high the girl executes a graceful high kick and there is a clapping of hands_) MEN'S VOICES. Bravo! bravo! Once more like that, my kitten! THIRD LADY. Dear, you may have my Chester! (_Laughter_) FOURTH LADY. You dance superbly. GLADYS EGERTON. I'll take your husband. (_Continues dancing_) MRS. EGERTON. Why, Gladys Egerton! A MAN'S VOICE. Just any time you want him, Gladys. GLADYS EGERTON. All right. A MAN. (_Appearing forward right_) Ladies, the Governor is telling stories. Out of politeness let's give him a crowd. (_Some of the ladies start right, others begin to move about_) FIFTH LADY. She'd make a good catch. SIXTH LADY. Either she or George would. THIRD LADY. (_Calling aloud_) Here is another! Now there are thirteen of us. (_Laughter_) FOURTH LADY. There you're on my toes. Marjorie's after George. SIXTH LADY. Your Marge, my dear---- (_Glances in the direction of Mrs. Egerton, then whispers_) Your Marge may have the other. FOURTH LADY. Thank you, dear Mrs. Casper, we'll have--gander. (_Laughter. They go out right_)