"
After that everything was rapture. All the boys liked to dance with
Missy because she was such a good dancer, and Jim kept wanting to
cut in to get an extra dance with her himself. Somehow even the
sting of the visiting girl's laugh and of Raymond's defection seemed
to have subsided into triviality. And when Raymond came up to ask
for a dance she experienced a new and pleasurable thrill in telling
him she was already engaged. That thrill disturbed her a little. Was
it possible that she was vindictive, wicked? But when she saw Jim
approaching while Raymond was receiving his conge, she thrilled
again, simultaneously wondering whether she was, after all, but a
heartless coquette.
Jim had just been dancing with the visiting girl, so she asked: "Is
Miss Slade a good dancer?"
"Oh, fair. Not in it with you though."
Missy thrilled again, and felt wicked again--alas, how pleasant is
wickedness! "She's awfully pretty," vouchsafed Missy.
"Oh, I guess so"--indifferently.
Yet another thrill.
They took refreshments together, Jim going to get her a second glass
of lemonade and waiting upon her with devotion.
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