"But it would be regarded, I'm afraid, as rank impudence, if we
little freshmen wanted to dance with senior or junior girls.
When a freshman is in doubt the tip is 'don't!'"
The orchestra was playing a lively waltz that made most of the
girls and many of the boys tap their feet restlessly.
The perfume of flowers was in the air. Lively chatter and merry
laughter rang out.
"This is the brighter side of school life," murmured Dick,
enthusiastically.
"One of the brighter sides," suggested Laura. "Your remark, as
you made it, sounds ungrateful. It is a delight to be a High
School student. There are no really dark sides to the life."
"But some sides are much brighter than others," Dick insisted.
"I like study, and am glad I have a chance to go further in it
than most young people get. Yet these class dances give us
something that algebra, or chemistry, or geometry can't supply us."
"This is the brightest spot of the year," put in Tom Reade, in
a low voice. "It must be the brightness of the girls' eyes that
fill this part of the room with so much radiance."
"Bravo!" laughed Laura and Belle together.
"Have you been quiet the last fifteen minutes on purpose to
think that up?" Dave asked enviously.
"Tom can say lots of nicer things than that," spoke up Bessie
Trenholm, half shyly.
"Oh, can he?" demanded Harry Hazelton. "Please search your memory
then, Bessie. Let's have a few specimens of what Tom can say
under the influence of luminous eyes.
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