"Oh! I feel it in my toes that this is
going to be a won-der-ful party," said
Toandoah's little pal, kicking lightly, impatiently
with those satin toes of her
party slippers at the tufted grass, as she
sat enthroned upon the sod of the cliff's
brow, with two knights beside her, Stud
of the stout heart, and a bright-eyed
luckless tenderfoot, whose parents, in a
fit of dementia surely, had named him
Louis Philip Green, which, as he used only
the initial letter of his second name, had
of course entailed a nickname.

"You promised you 'd dance the
Lancers with me, although I'm only a
tenderfoot," said Peagreen, nibbling a
blade of grass as he lay prone upon the
sod and shooting a glance, bright and
eager as a robin's, in the direction of the
black-haired girl with those skybeams in
her eyes under inky lashes.

"Humph! The "cheek of some kids who
ought to be tucked up in their Beehive
when--when that dance comes off!",
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