The Winslow mail., 1912-04-06


Miss Turner ceased her airy gyrations
q few minutes later to ask.
Madeline wouldn't" said Kendall.
Miss Turner looked across the room
at Madeline. 81 don't understand
that" she said in a puzzled, disap-
proving tone. Madeline loves to
dance and she has no partner. Per-
haps she's tired. Kendall. run and
ask Polly. She's not dancing"
Kendall obediently jumped to his
feet and presently was making the
prescribed bow to Polly. Mrs. Boyd
and Miss Turner, watching them from
afar, saw Polly shake her head.
Nov, that's strange" murmured
Miss Turner. 81 think it's about time
for me to interfere. know it isn't
because the girls don't like to dance
with Kendall" she explained apollo
getically as she started away, "he-
cause he's really awfully popular"
Mrs. Boyd was not at all pleased
when few minutes after her son
returned and resumed his seat beside
her.
wouldn't Polly dance with your"
she asked in q restrained tone.
"Nope," replied Kendall.
'I'll speak to Miss Turner about It,"
said Mrs. Boyd firmly. II don't like
to make a fuss, but the girls oughtn't
to be allowed to behave that way. It's
rude"
Miss Turner knows" said Kendall.
"she asked 'em, too"
''Did they say they wouldn't" per-
sisted Mrs. Boyd. She was becoming
more than annoyed: she was undoubt-
edly angry. Little Hottentots." she
murmured to herself.
"Yes'm," said Kendall. dutifully.
did they say why?"
Nom" said Kendall.
Mrs. Boyd eyed the entire feminine
contingent with stern disapproval
Rude little creatures!" she said aloud
this time.
"Come with me, Kendall" Miss
Turner said after short colloQuy
with Mrs. Boyd. "11l find you part
ner."
With Kendall tagging few feet be-
hind her she stopped In front Of Polly.
II want you to dance with Kendall,
Polly DEAR" she said. Come, please"
Polly let one tiny foot slip to the
ground. Then she drew 1t back with
a look of terror.
ooh, please don't make me-" she
said, the tears starting to her eyes.
Miss Turner held out compelling
hand. "Come!" she said, decidedly.
II can't" walled Polly, rising and
finging herself into Miss Turner's
arms. "Oh, please don't make me"
"Why can't you, dear?" asked Miss
Turner.
81 mustn't tell," sobbed Polly.
Utterly at loss, Miss Turner tried
to stop the sobs.
"Yeth, will tell, too" It was
Dorothy's shrill little voice that sud-
denly drowned both Polly's sobs and
Miss Turner's murmurings. "'Cause
you didn't make me promise before I
got the apple and then ] wouldn't
promise at all. Kendall, he gave all
the girls two piethes Of candy and
some of 'em three piethes, NTH Tur-
ner, when they wouldn't promith for
two, and he gave me apple, If we'd
promise not to ever dance with him,
cause he said If the girls wouldn't
dance with him maybe his mother
wouldn't make him come"
"That will do, Dorothy" Miss Tur-
ner interrupted the shrill flow of ora
tory in q choked voice. "You needn't
tell me any more" For moment she
buried her face In Polly's mop OF
curls. Come with me into the dress
ing room, dear, aud let's wash your
face" she said soothingly. Then she
turned to Kendall.
'I'll be back in minute, Kendall,
she said to that crestfallen strategist.
"Just sit down and wait for me. I'll
dance the next with you myself.
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