"A fine night? Oh, yes, it's a fine night," I laughed wildly; "but just
tell me one other thing. Is there any other hall in this district except
Naughton Hall?"
"Noa--unless of course yer mean Naughton _Parish_ 'All," he added after
deep consideration.
"Has anybody ever been known to give a dance there?"
"Ay, I dare say."
With grim determination I clutched my bag and trudged on.
It was late when I crawled up the steps of Naughton Parish Hall.
I threw my things in a corner, scraped some of the mud off my trousers,
removed my bow from the back of my neck, and staggered in the direction
of the music. A one-step was just over, and the dancers were crowding
the foyer.
Dorice appeared with her partner.