Brown too good a dancer to remember to be critical. She
forgot altogether, now, to compare him with the admired Archibald.
Missy danced with Mr. Brown so much that Raymond Bonner grew openly
sulky. Missy liked Raymond, and she was sure she would never want to
do anything unkind--yet why, at the obvious ill temper of Raymond
Bonner, did she feel a strange little delicious thrill?
Oh, she was having a glorious time!
Once she ran across father, lurking unobtrusively in a shadowed
corner.
"Well," he remarked, "I see that Missy's come back for a breathing-
spell."
Just what did father mean by that?
But she was having too good a time to wonder long. Too good a time
to remember whether or not it was in the baronial spirit. She was
entirely uncritical when, the time for good nights finally at hand,
Mr. Brown said to her:
"Well, a fine time was had by all! I guess I "don't have to tell YOU
that--what?"
Archibald Chesney would never have put it that way. Yet Missy, with
Mr. Brown's eyes upon her in an openly admiring gaze, wouldn't have
had him changed one bit.
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