"Oh, isn't it just splendid, Ruth? Don't you feel like singing and dancing? Come on, let's have a two-step I'll whistle " "Alice How can you be so-so boisterous?" expostulated the taller of two girls, who stood in the middle of their small and rather shabby parlor. "Boisterous Weren't you going to say-rude?" laughingly asked the one who had first spoken. "Come, now, 'fess up Weren't you?" and the shorter of the twain, a girl rather plump and pretty, with merry brown eyes, put her arm about the waist of her sister and endeavored to lead her through the maze of chairs in the whirl of a dance, whistling, meanwhile, a joyous strain from one of the latest Broadway successes.