she cared for him. But he rubbed his cheek and declared ruefully:
"I'll never speak to you again!"
"You will, too!" she sobbed, passionately.
"I will not!"
He turned to leave her, but paused.
His mother, his sister Margaret, and their grown-up friends had finished their tea and were approaching from the house. Other parents and guardians were with them, coming for their children; and there were carriages and automobiles waiting in the street. But the "Slingo Slide" went on, regardless.
The group of grown-up people hesitated and came to a halt, gazing at the pavilion.
"What are they doing?" gasped Mrs. Williams, blushing deeply. "What is it? What is it?"
"What is it?" Mrs. Gelbraith echoed in a frightened whisper. "What"
"They're Tangoing!" cried Margaret Schofield. "Or Bunny Hugging or Grizzly Bearing, or"
"They're only Turkey Trotting," said Robert Williams.
With fearful outcries the mothers, aunts, and sisters rushed upon the pavilion.
