"Well, we'll dance the cotillion
together, anyhow."
"I'm afraid not. I promised Mr. Kinney."
"What!" George's tone was shocked, as at incredible news. "Well, you
could break that engagement, I guess, if you wanted to! Girls always
can get out of things when they want to. Won't you?"
"I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"Because I promised him. Several days ago."
George gulped, and lowered his pride, "I don't--oh, look here! I only
want to go to that thing tonight to get to see something of you; and
if you don't dance the cotillion with me, how can I? I'll only be
here two weeks, and the others have got all the rest of your visit to
see you. Won't you do it, please?"
"I couldn't."
"See here!" said the stricken George. "If you're going to decline to
dance that cotillion with me simply because you've promised a--a--a
miserable red-headed outsider like Fred Kinney, why we might as well
quit!"
"Quit what?"
"You know perfectly well what I mean," he said huskily.
"I don't."
"Well, you ought to!"
"But I don't at all!"
George, thoroughly hurt, and not a little embittered, expressed
himself in a short outburst of laughter: "Well, I ought to have seen
it!"
"Seen what?"
"That you might turn out to be a girl who'd like a fellow of the red-
headed Kinney sort.
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