"
"Alice!" The word carried a note of grave disapproval. "Surely you
were not serious about attending that orgy!"
The girl stared at him in surprise. "Serious! Of course I'm serious!
When will I ever get another chance to attend a cowboy dance--and with
a real cowboy, too?"
"The whole thing is preposterous! Perfectly absurd! If you are bound
to attend that affair I will take you there, and we can look on and----"
"I don't want to look on. I want to dance--to be in it all. It will
be an experience I'll never forget."
The man nodded: "And one you may never cease to regret. What do you
know of that man? Of his character; of his antecedents? He may be the
veriest desperado for all you know."
The girl clapped her hands in mock delight: "Oh, wouldn't that be
grand! I hadn't thought of that. To attend a dance with just a plain
cowboy doesn't fall to every girl's lot, but one who is a cowboy and a
desperado, too!" She rolled her eyes to express the seventh heavendom
of delight.
Endicott ignored the mockery. "I am sure neither your mother nor your
father----"
"No, neither of them would approve, of course. But really, Winthrop,
I'm way past the short petticoat stage--though the way they're making
them now nobody would guess it. I know it's improper and
unconventional and that it isn't done east of the Mississippi nor west
of the Rocky Mountains.
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