‘Any partners at the ball?’
‘We danced with one another, of course, sir. But some of the girls made game to be their brothers. It was so droll!’
‘Did anybody make game to be—’
‘To be you? O dear yes!’ cries Rosa, laughing with great enjoyment. ‘That was the first thing done.’
‘I hope she did it pretty well,’ says Edwin rather doubtfully.
‘O, it was excellent!—I wouldn’t dance with you, you know.’
Edwin scarcely seems to see the force of this; begs to know if he may take the liberty to ask why?
‘Because I was so tired of you,’ returns Rosa. But she quickly adds, and pleadingly too, seeing displeasure in his face: ‘Dear Eddy, you were just as tired of me, you know.’
‘Did I say so, Rosa?’
‘Say so! Do you ever say so? No, you only showed it. O, she did it so well!’ cries Rosa, i
