"She's a very good dancer," stated Mrs. Peyton, flatly, "and as for ballroom conversation, I don't know that it is any different from any other conversation, and I certainly would not call Daffy tongue-tied."
"Where has she ever learned to dance?" demanded Brainerd.
"At dancing school, where I myself have been taking her every Thursday afternoon," stated Allie.
Brainerd flushed.
"Why did I know nothing of that?"
"I told Daffy to keep it secret—as a surprise."
"You mean you were afraid I'd put a stop to it."
Allie only smiled at this.
"My dress suit is riddled with moths," grumbled Brainerd, "and heaven knows to what hours we'd be out."
"Now we're getting down to the real reasons," said Mrs. Peyton, briskly. "Let me relieve your mind. I'm not asking you to go. We shall take charge of Daffy; and she'll sleep at the ranch. Perhaps she is a little young; but you must take your chances as they come. It is not every day that such a grand ball is given in a new house."
"Fine! fine!" cried the Colonel, when he heard of the capitulation. "She shall be the belle of the ball! And, Allie, I want you to get her the very grandest ball gown you can buy."
But Allie had accurately gauged Brainerd's complaisance.
"No," she vetoed. "He would not allow that. Believe me Richard, I know."
"But as a present from me—for her coming out!" pleaded the Colonel.
"No. He has made the big concession: and will be obstinate as a mule on everything else."
"She would be a beauty in a proper dress—a beauty. I know; I am a judge. But you must see that she is fitted out, someway!" cried the Colonel, much disappointed.
The situation was saved by Doña Cazadero. That amiable lady, with Pilar, came in on the discussion.
"But we have estacks and estacks of clothes, so pretty. Laid away for many years in our great chests," she drawled. "But of course among so many the niña will find that which will esuit
