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reply. She had never known that dancing could be such sheer de- light, but then, she had never had such a partner.
 She was sorry, when, at last, the music ended and they went back to their table. Several newcomers were entering, the women in even ing wraps and the men in tail coats. Toby saw that nearby tables had been deserted. Suddenly she realized it must be growing late.
 What time is it?" she asked.
 Tim consulted his wrist watch. Not late yet. A little after l."
 oh, but that is late! Remem- Der, have to work tomorrow"
 "One more dance," he bargained. Then we'll go."
 Toby wanted that donce, too. She said, Well, just one more"
 The one dance stretched into sev- eral. It was nearly an hour later when Tim helped her into a cab and dropped into the seat beside her. He was still protesting, But it's not really late yeti Look-lots of people are just coming"
 Its too late for me- Toby told him. I've got a g o'clock appoint ment in the morning"
 He was interested. What are you going to do at g o'clock?"
 Stand before a camera she told him, with my best smile and show how easy 1t is to do the fam fly washing since my husband bought me a Whatsis washing ma chine"
 "Is that supposed to be work?"
 'If you'd try it once, you'd think so. They'll probably want to shoot the picture 8 dozen different ways. They always do."
 How long will it take?"
 "All morning, hope. We're paid by the. hour, you know"
 will you have lunch with me?"
 Toby hesitated. She wanted to say that she would, but caution raised a warning voice. I'm sorry," she said, I'm afraid I cant. You see, I don't know how long I'll be working or whether the office will have something else for me in the afternoon"
 Then how about dinner?"
 Once more the cautioning voice rose, but this time Toby ignored it. T don't know" she said. But you can call me-"
 The entrance to Mrs. Moeller's rooming house looked dingier and shabbier than it had ever looked as Toby and Tim Jamieson stepped out of a cab. He followed her up the half dozen steps, took both her hands in his.
 "Ill call you tomorrow, Cor geous,' he promised. And I'll be thinking about you"
 She thrilled to the words. She said-her own voice not as steady as she wished it had been-"1ll be thinking about you, too"
 For a minute she thought he was going to kiss her. She was glad when, instead, he stepped back. Still holding her hands, he said, Good night, Gorgeous"
 Toby went inside then. The night lamp was burning casting a dim, faintly yellow glow over the hall. There was not sound to be heard in the whole house.
 Very quietly Toby went up the two flights of stairs, switched on the light in her own room and closed the door.
 Then, for few moments she stood there, leaning against the door, holding both hands to her cheeks. Tim had held her hands. It was as though she could still feel his touch on them; as though she were transferring that touch to her cheeks. Oh, she was glad he hadn't tried to kiss her or take her in his arms. She didn't want cheap caresses. She wanted every memory of the time they spent to- gether to be fine and beautiful. 1 She wanted to think of Tim always as he had been tonight. Handsome and tender and devoted.
 She could still see him, looking down at her as he had during that last dance. Only a brief moment. ! living that moment again, Toby's | heart raced
 (To Be COntinued)