I danced three
dances out of four with knickerbockers, and one with old Mr.
Adams, who is fat and rotates his partner at the corners by
swinging her on his waistcoat. Carter did not dance at all, and
every time I tried to speak to him he was taking a crowd of the
little girls to the fruit-punch bowl.
I determined to have things out with H during the
Cotillion, and tell him that I would never marry him, that I
would Die first. But I was favored a great deal, and when we did
have a chance the music was making such a noise that I would
have had to shout. Our chairs were next to the band.
But at last we had a minute, and I went out to the
verandah, which was closed in with awnings. He had to follow, of
course, and I turned and faced him.
"Now" I said, "this has got to stop."
"I don't understand you, Bab."
"You do, perfectly well," I stormed. "I can't stand it. I
am going crazy. "
"Oh," he said slowly. "I see. I've been dancing too much
with the little girl with the eyes! Honestly, Bab, I was only
doing it to disarm suspicion. _My Every Thought is of you_."
"I mean," I said, as firmly as I could, "that this whole
thing has got to stop.
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