But
I know what he wants and I think he deserves a reward. The next waltz
will be a peach, 'Roses Red.' Give it to the poor young millionaire,
Robby; there's a good girl."
"Bring him here," said she with an air of resignation, and she turned to
a group of young people who had followed her as bees follow their queen.
"Not this time, dears," said she. "I'm engaged for this dance to a poor
young man who has wandered in here and must be made to feel at home."
"Is that the one?" asked one of the pretty country cousins, indicating
Richard, who, obeying Louis's beckoning hand, was crossing the floor in
their direction. "Oh, you won't mind dancing with him. He's as nice as
he is good-looking, too."
"I'm delighted to hear it," said Roberta.
The next minute "the poor young man" was before her. "Am I really to
have it?" he asked her. "Will you give me the whole of it and not cut it
in two, as I saw you do with the last one?"
"It would be rather a pity to cut 'Roses Red' in two, wouldn't it?" said
she.
"The greatest pity in the world." He was looking at her cheek in the
last instant before they were off. Talk of roses! Was there ever a rose
like that cheek?
Then the music sent them away upon its wings and for a space measured by
the strains of "Roses Red" Richard Kendrick knew no more of earth.
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