gave half this last dance to—to the dominie," and her lips parted in a smile.
"Well, I like that!" spluttered Langridge, but just then Tom, who had been summoned from the "side lines" by a signal from Miss Tyler, came to claim her.
"I like your nerve, Parsons!" snapped Langridge, glad to be able to transfer his wrath to a foeman more worthy of it.
"It was my doing, Mr. Langridge," said the girl with some dignity.
"You had no right" began the 'varsity pitcher.
"I fancy Miss Tyler is the best judge of that," spoke Tom coolly as he took the girl's hand.
"Is she?" sneered Langridge. "Maybe she knows who brought her to this affair then! If she does, she can find some one else to take her away," and he swung off.
For an instant Miss Tyler stood looking at him. The dancers whirled around the couple standing there and the music sounded sweetly. There was the suspicion of tears in her eyes.
"He had no right to say that!" she burst out.
"Indeed, no," agreed Tom. "But, since he has, may I have the honor of being your escort?"
"Yes," she said, and then, with a revulsion of feeling, she added, "Oh, Tom, I don't feel like dancing now. Take me home, please!"
