“’BuffaloGirls!’“exclaimedthewoman。“Oldtimes!Oldtimes!“
“Come，“saidMcLean。“Walk。“Andhetookher。
Herheadwasfullofthemusic。Forgettingallbutthat，shewentwithhimeasily，andthetwomadetheirfirstturnsaroundtheroom。Wheneverhebroughtherneartheentrance，sheleanedawayfromhimtowardtheopendoor，wheretheoldfiddletunewascominginfromthedark。Butpresentlyshenoticedthatshewasbeingled，andherfaceturnedsullen。
“Walk，“saidMcLean。
“Doyouthinkso？“saidshe，laughing。Butshefoundthatshemustgowithhim。Thustheytookafewmoreturns。