"May I have the next dance?" asked Dick of the daughter.
"Yes," said Miss Hanford, blushing a little. "But I hope you don't think I spoke to you just to have you dance with me "
"Not at all," Dick hastened to say.
"Because my card is nearly filled now," she went on.
"I hope I may find room to put my name down in several places."
"You may look. I think the next waltz is open."
"It seems to be the only one," said Dick, ruefully.
A little later he and the girl were sailing about the room to the strains of a dreamy waltz. Dick was a fine dancer. Miss Hanford was his equal, and the two made a pleasing appearance on the big ballroom floor.
"Where were you?" asked Paul, as Dick came walking up to him after the young millionaire had taken his partner back to her mother. "I was looking for you to introduce a girl to you."
"I managed to meet one myself."
"Who?"
"Miss Mabel Hanford."
Paul whistled.
"What's the matter?" asked Dick. "Isn't she all right?"
"I should say so! Every fellow here is anxious to dance with her, but Dutton seems to
