“You’re not. It’s warm inside and this is a relief. We might even wander down the lawn and look for elves and dryads and nymphs. Those big trees and the stars set the stage for such encounters.” “It’s rather nice to believe in fairies and such things. At times I’m a believer; then I lose my faith.” “We all forget our fairies sometimes,” she answered gravely. He had failed to note at their meeting on the river the loveliness of her voice. He found himself waiting for the recurrence of certain tones that had a curious musical resonance. He was struck by a certain gravity in her that was expressed for fleeting moments in both voice and eyes. Even with the newest dance music floating out to them and the light and laughter within, he was aware of an indefinable quality in the girl that seemed somehow to translate her to remote and shadowy times. Her profile--clean-cut without sharpness--and her manner of wearing her abundant hair--carried back loosely to a knot low on her head--strengthened his impression of her as being a little foreign to the place and hour. She spoke with quiet enthusiasm of the outdoor sports that interested her--riding she enjoyed most of all. Henderson had intimated that her social life was restricted, but she bore herself more like a young woman of the world than any other girl he remembered. “Maybelle Henderson will scold me for hiding you away,” she said. “But I just can’t dance whenever the band plays. It’s got to be an inspiration!” “Then I thank you again for one perfect dance! I’m afraid I didn’t appreciate what you were giving me.” “Oh, I danced with you to hide my embarrassment!” she laughed. Half an hour passed and they had touched and dismissed many subjects when she rose and caught the hand of a girl who was passing. “Miss Mills, Mr. Storrs. It’s quite fitting that you should meet Mr. Storrs.” “Fitting?” asked the girl, breathless from her dance. “We’ve all met before--on the river--most shockingly! You might just say thank you to Mr. Storrs.” “Oh, this is _not_----” Leila drew back and inspected Bruce with a direct, candid gaze. “Miss Harden is mistaken; this is the first time we ever met,” declared Bruce. “Isn’t he nice!” Leila exclaimed. “From what Millie said I knew you would be like this.” And then: “Oh, lots of people are bragging about you and promising to introduce me! Here comes Tommy Barnes; he has this dance. Oh, Millie! if you get a chance you might say a kind word to papa. He’s probably terribly bored by this time.” “Leila’s a dear child! I’m sure you’ll like her,” said Millicent as the girl fluttered away. “Oh, I adore this piece! Will you dance with me?” As they finished the dance Mrs. Henderson intercepted them. “Aren’t you the limit, you two? I’ve had Bud searching the whole place for you and here you are! Quite as though you hadn’t been hiding for the last hour.”