Even this her
instructors had taken in hand, and with no small success, too.
At the next intermission, Prince discovered a new predicament.
'I say, Kid,' he said, 'we're wrong, all wrong. She can't learn
in moccasins.
'Put her feet into slippers, and then onto that waxed
floor--phew!' Madeline raised a foot and regarded her shapeless
house-moccasins dubiously. In previous winters, both at Circle
City and Forty-Mile, she had danced many a night away with
similar footgear, and there had been nothing the matter.
But now--well, if there was anything wrong it was for Malemute
Kid to know, not her.
But Malemute Kid did know, and he had a good eye for measures; so
he put on his cap and mittens and went down the hill to pay Mrs.
Eppingwell a call. Her husband, Clove Eppingwell, was prominent
in the community as one of the great Government officials.
The Kid had noted her slender little foot one night, at the
Governor's Ball. And as he also knew her to be as sensible as she
was pretty, it was no task to ask of her a certain small favor.
On his return, Madeline withdrew for a moment to the inner room.
When she reappeared Prince was startled.
'By Jove!' he gasped.
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