"
"Do you yield to moods?"
"Why, of course I do. Is it not a woman's privilege? If you know me
long it will be to find me all moods."
"If they only prove as attractive as the particular one swaying you
to-night, I shall certainly have no cause for complaint. Come, Miss
Naida, please cultivate the mood to say yes, before those others
arrive."
She glanced up at him, shaking her dark hair, her lips smiling. "My
present mood is certainly a good-natured one," she confessed, softly,
"and consequently it is impossible to say no."
His hand pressed hers, as the thronging couples came merrily up the
steps.
"Why, Naida, is this you, child? Where have you been all this time?"
It was Miss Spencer, clinging to Mr. Wynkoop's arm.
"Merely sitting out a dance," was the seemingly indifferent answer;
then she added sweetly, "Have you ever met my friend, Lieutenant Brant,
of the Seventh Cavalry, Phoebe? We were just going in to supper."
Miss Spencer's glance swept over the silent young officer. "I believe
I have had the honor. It was my privilege to be introduced to the
gentleman by a mutual friend.
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