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Evelyn waved her fan "I dance the uid, her lossy

tress that, drawn forward, was to ripple over white neck and bosoarded it in the mirror with an anxious frown, then

spoke of it to the hairdresser

Haward, s, watched her with heavy-lidded eyes "Mr Lee is a

fortunate gentleain the rose, perhaps, in the

country dance?"

"That is better," re with satisfaction the

new-curled lock "The country dance? For that Mr Lightfoot hath ard," said Haward

The knocker sounded below "I am at ho aside her work, slipped fro table "Wherein have I

offended, Evelyn?" he asked, at last

The lady arched her brows, and the action made her for the moment very

like her handsome father "Why, there is no offense!" she cried "An old

acquaintance, a family friend! I step a minuet with Mr Lee; I stand up

for a country dance with Mr Lightfoot; I wear pink instead of blue, and

have lostfor white roses,--what is there in all this that needs

such a question? Ah, you have broken my silver chain!"

"I am clumsy to-day!" he exclaimed "A thousand pardons!" He let the

broken toy slip froot that it was there "Since Colonel Byrd (I aout, may I--an old acquaintance, a faht?"

The fan waved on "Thank you, but I go in our coach, and need no escort"

The lady yawned, very delicately, behind her slender fingers; then dropped