“Of course you don’t!” Her voice had grown steady.  “You say I’m a fool.  What are you?”

“You needn’t worry about me,” he began.  “I can take care—­”

“’SH!” she whispered, warningly.  The music had stopped, a loud clatter of voices and laughter succeeding it.

“What need to be careful,” Joe assured her, “with all that noise going on?”

“You must go away,” she said, anxiously.  “Oh, please, Joe!”

“Not yet; I want—­”

She coughed loudly.  Eugene and Mamie Pike had come to the window, with the evident intention of occupying the veranda, but perceiving Ariel engaged with threads in her sleeve, they turned away and disappeared.  Other couples looked out from time to time, and finding the solitary figure in possession, retreated abruptly to seek stairways and remote corners for the things they were impelled to say.

And so Ariel held the porch for three dances and three intermissions, occupying a great part of the time with entreaties that her obdurate and reckless companion should go.  When, for the fourth time, the music sounded, her agitation had so increased that she was visibly trembling.  “I can’t stand it, Joe,” she said, bending over him.

“I don’t know what would happen if they found you.  You’ve got to go!”

“No, I haven’t,” he chuckled.  “They haven’t even distributed the supper yet!”

“And you take all the chances,” she said, slowly, “just to see her pass that window a few times.”

“What chances?”

“Of what the Judge will do if any one sees you.”

“Nothing; because if any one saw me I’d leave.”

“Please go.”

“Not till—­”

“’SH!”

A colored waiter, smiling graciously, came out upon the porch bearing a tray of salad, hot oysters, and coffee.  Ariel shook her head.

“I don’t want any,” she murmured.

The waiter turned away in pity and was re-entering the window, when a passionate whisper fell upon his ear as well as upon Ariel’s.

“Take it!”

“Ma’am?” said the waiter.

“I’ve changed my mind,” she replied, quickly.  The waiter, his elation restored, gave of his viands with the superfluous bounty loved by his race when distributing the product of the wealthy.

When he had gone, “Give me everything that’s hot,” said Joe.  “You can keep the salad.”

“I couldn’t eat it or anything else,” she answered, thrusting the plate between the palms.

For a time there was silence.  From within the house came the continuous babble of voices and laughter, the clink of cutlery on china.  The young people spent a long time over their supper.  By-and-by the waiter returned to the veranda, deposited a plate of colored ices upon Ariel’s knees with a noble gesture, and departed.

“No ice for me,” said Joe.

“Won’t you please go now?” she entreated!