"I've taken a great liberty," said she serenely, "for which I hope
you'll all forgive me. I've--tentatively--promised Mr. Kendrick an
invitation to the Christmas dance."
There was a shout from Louis and Ted together. Ruth beamed with delight.
Across the fireplace Roberta shot at her sister-in-law one rebellious
glance.
"I knew I had no right to do it," admitted Rosamond gayly. "But I knew
we always asked a few young people to swell the company to the dancing
size, and I was sure you couldn't ask anybody who would appreciate it
more."
"Hasn't the poor fellow a chance at any other merry-making?" mocked
Louis. "Poor little millionaire! Won't anybody invite him to lead a
Christmas Eve cotillion? I believe there's to be a most gorgeous affair
of the sort at Mrs. Van Tassel Grieve's that night. Has he been
inadvertently overlooked? Not with Miss Gladys Grieve to oversee the
list of the lucky ones, I'll wager. It's a wonder he hadn't accepted
that invitation before you got in yours."
"I didn't get mine in," was Rosamond's demure rejoinder. "I laid it in
an humbly beseeching hand."
"How on earth did he know there was to be a dance here?" Stephen
inquired.
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