The things we do!

Jane and I joined
in the laugh, and when Mary clapped her hands that set Brandon off,
too, for he thought it the quaintest, prettiest little gesture in the
world, and was all unconscious that our laugh was at his expense.
Brandon did not answer Mary's invitation--the fit of laughter had
probably put it out of his mind--so she, evidently anxious to win or
lose her wager at once, again asked him if he danced.
"Oh, pardon me. Of course. Thank you." And he was on his feet beside
her chair in an instant ready for the dance. This time the girl's
laugh, though equally merry, had another tone, for she knew she had
lost.
Out they stepped upon the polished floor, he holding her hand in his,
awaiting the pause in the music to take the step. I shall never forget
the sight of those two standing there together--Mary, dark-eyed and
glowing; Brandon, almost rosy, with eyes that held the color of a deep
spring sky, and a wealth of flowing curls crowning his six feet of
perfect manhood, strong and vigorous as a young lion.


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