The girls were breathless with laughter and excitement; it had all happened
so suddenly they had not time to realize their awkward predicament before
they were back into their places again. Lancy was the only one who did not
laugh over their tumble, and his frequent apologies made them feel that he
blamed himself for the catastrophe.
"Lancy," said Fred, at last, "it was not your fault that we spilled over;
that corner was as smooth as glass, and we _had_ to go, but we are not
hurt a bit, so don't take it to heart. Man alive! it was the crowning event
of the evening to see Hugh sliding off on his ear! Did you have time to
make an observation of my remarkable somersault, Hugh? It was cleverly
done; a professional tumbler could not have done it better!" and Lancy was
obliged to join in the laugh that followed.
"Well, I have picked up quite an assortment," said Dexie, whose lap was
full of articles she had hastily swept from the ground when she rose to her
feet. "This is your muff, Maud, and this fur glove must be yours, Mr.
McNeil. Now, who claims this silk handkerchief and handbag?"
The handkerchief proved to have come from Nina's pocket, but no one claimed
the handbag.
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