"All hail our host!" Dan cried loudly to the dancers, indicating Harold.
Instantly the crowd came surging up to them, warm, laughing.
"All hail our host!" cried the dancers.
Harold was delighted. He did not realize they were mocking him.
He stood surrounded with shouting, grinning faces. The lion of the hour! If this didn't make him more popular even than Chester Trask, nothing would! Then they were pulling and hawling at him again. Something gave way along the back seam of Harold's new tuxedo. A look of dismay started into his face. But it disappeared as he felt a needle directed by a skillful hand at once pierce the cloth at the point it had given way. He glanced around to discover, to his surprise, Morris Hertz making rapid and secret repairs. Morris, having followed Harold all the way to the Frolic, was now proving a rescuing angel. Harold at once started shouting and bantering with everybody in sight.
Grace Beach emerged from the crowd, thinking it time to show the world that she hadn't come alone to the Frolic after all. Smiling her best, she approached Harold rapidly and, seizing his hand, jerked him smartly toward the ballroom floor. Hertz, still cling-
