“Then I will sit, Aunt Pen; for that is preferable to staggering about the room with a partner who has no idea of the laws of gravitation.”

“Shall I have the honor of averting either calamity?” said Mr. Evan, coming to the rescue with a devotion beautiful to see; for dancing was nearly a lost art with him, and the Lancers to a novice is equal to a second Labyrinth of Crete.

“Oh, thank you!” cried Debby, tumbling fan, bouquet, and handkerchief into Mrs. Carroll’s lap, with a look of relief that repaid him fourfold for the trials he was about to undergo.  They went merrily away together, leaving Aunt Pen to wish that it was according to the laws of etiquette to rap officious gentlemen over the knuckles, when they introduce their fingers into private pies without permission from the chief cook.  How the dance went Debby hardly knew, for the conversation fell upon books, and in the interest of her favorite theme she found even the “grand square” an impertinent interruption, while her own deficiencies became almost as great as her partner’s; yet, when the music ended with a flourish, and her last curtsy was successfully achieved, she longed to begin all over again, and secretly regretted that she was engaged four deep.

“How do you like our new acquaintance, Dora?” asked Aunt Pen, following Joe Leavenworth with her eye, as the “yellow-haired laddie” whirled by with the ponderous Miss Flora.

“Very much; and I’m glad we met as we did, for it makes things free and easy, and that is so agreeable in this ceremonious place,” replied Debby, looking in quite an opposite direction.

“Well, I’m delighted to hear you say so, dear, for I was afraid you had taken a dislike to him, and he is really a very charming young man, just the sort of person to make a pleasant companion for a few weeks.  These little friendships are part of the summer’s amusement, and do no harm; so smile away, Dora, and enjoy yourself while you may.”

“Yes, Aunt, I certainly will, and all the more because I have found a sensible soul to talk to.  Do you know, he is very witty and well informed, though he says he never had much time for self-cultivation?  But I think trouble makes people wise, and he seems to have had a good deal, though he leaves it for others to tell of.  I am glad you are willing I should know him, for I shall enjoy talking about my pet heroes with him as a relief from the silly chatter I must keep up most of the time.”

Mrs. Carroll was a woman of one idea; and though a slightly puzzled expression appeared in her face, she listened approvingly, and answered, with a gracious smile,—­

“Of course, I should not object to your knowing such a person, my love; but I’d no idea Joe Leavenworth was a literary man, or had known much trouble, except his father’s death and his sister Clementina’s runaway-marriage with her drawing-master.”

Debby opened her brown eyes very wide, and hastily picked at the down on her fan, but had no time to correct her aunt’s mistake, for the real subject of her commendations appeared at that moment, and Mrs. Carroll was immediately absorbed in the consumption of a large pink ice.