'I know you very little,' the girl said, returning his observation.
'I've danced with you at some ball—for some sufferers by something or other.'
'I think it was an inundation,' she replied, smiling. 'But it was a long time ago—and I haven't seen you since.'
'I have been in far countries—to my loss. I should have said it was for a big fire.'
'It was at the Horticultural Hall. I didn't remember your name,' said Grace Mavis.
'That is very unkind of you, when I recall vividly that you had a pink dress.'
'Oh, I remember that dress—you looked lovely in it!' Mrs. Mavis broke out. 'You must get another just like it—on the other side.'
'Yes, your daughter looked charming in it,' said Jasper Nettlepoint. Then he added, to the girl—'Yet you mentioned my name to your mother.'
'It came back to me—seeing you here. I had no idea this was your home.'
'Well, I confess it isn't, much. Oh, there are some drinks!' Jasper went on, approaching the tray and its glasses.
'Indeed there are and quite delicious,' Mrs. Mavis declared.
'Won't you have another then?—a pink one, like your daughter's gown.'
'With pleasure, sir. Oh, do see them over,' Mrs. Mavis continued, accepting from the young man's hand a third tumbler.
'My mother and that gentleman? Surely they can take care of themselves,' said Jasper Nettlepoint.
