these gaieties of hers. "By George!" he exclaimed again, "I thought you were this sort of girl the first moment I saw you!"
"What sort of girl? Didn't Mildred tell you what sort of girl I am when she asked you to dance with me?"
"She didn't ask me to dance with you—I'd been looking at you. You were talking to some old ladies, and I asked Mildred who you were."
"Oh, so Mildred didn't———" Alice checked herself. "Who did she tell you I was?"
"She just said you were a Miss Adams, so I———"
"'A' Miss Adams?" Alice interrupted.
"Yes. Then I said I'd like to meet you."
"I see. You thought you'd save me from the old ladies."
"No. I thought I'd save myself from some of the girls Mildred was getting me to dance with. There was a Miss Dowling———"
"Poor man!" Alice said, gently, and her impulsive thought was that Mildred had taken few chances, and that as a matter of self-defense her carefulness might have been well founded. This Mr. Arthur Russell was a much more responsive person than one had supposed.
