Bradley.
Mrs. Bradley smiled and moved towards her, between the wall and the
flying heels of the revolving circle. Westerfelt, in turning his "lady
on the right," came near them as Mrs. Bradley was saying:
"I want you to get acquainted with my Fannin young man, Harriet. He's
mighty nice."
At that moment Harriet caught Westerfelt's eye again, and knew that he
had heard the remark.
She nodded, and said, evasively, "You are having a nice dance, Mrs.
Bradley; they all seem to be enjoying it very much."
Westerfelt had not heard her voice before, and he liked it. He noticed
that she did not leave off her final g's, and that she spoke more
clearly and correctly than the others. He concluded that she must have
received a better education than the average young lady in that
section. The dance was nearly ended when Westerfelt saw Wambush bend
over and whisper something to her. She nodded, drew her white shawl
round her shoulders, rose, and followed him out through the kitchen.
"Gone to try the moonlight," remarked the little gossip at Westerfelt's
side, with a knowing smile.
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