CHAPTER XII: IN WHICH LOVEDAY DANCES
Chapter XII
IN WHICH LOVEDAY DANCES
The Mayor had stepped forward, fearing lest this young person might be
annoying the heiress; the bandsmen had turned from the final survey of
their instruments to gaze; here and there various people who recognised
Loveday were pressing through the crowd, eager to see and hear.
Only Miss Le Pettit had drawn back against the protecting arm of the
gentleman who was to be her partner. Loveday still stayed, her riband
in her hands.
There came comments from the crowd.
"Loveday Strick! She'm mad! This month past she'm been like a crazy
thing about the Flora!"
"I thought all the time she must be mad to have imagined Miss Le Pettit
meant to dance along wi' she!"
"What's the maid got on? I can't rightly see."
"Old white, but a brave new sash."
At that Loveday raised her head and looked about her. A shrill voice
from the crowd answered the last speaker.
"A new sash; Ted'n possible. Us have all been laughing because she
couldn' come by one nohow." And Cherry Cotton elbowed her way through
the ring of curious folk to where Loveday stood. Suddenly Cherry gave a
scream, and pointed an accusing finger at Loveday.
"Ah, a new sash, sure enough.... Ask her where she got 'en. Ask her, I
say."
Loveday answered nothing, only turned her head a little to stare at
Cherry.
"You ask her where she took it from, Miss! You should know, seeing you
gave it!"
"I gave it to her? Nonsense.
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