All the girls and most of the boys were excellent
dancers, too, and Bob was not allowed to beg off. Frances Martin, the
last girl one would have named, had taught a dancing class in her home
town with great success and she volunteered to lead Bob. To his surprise,
the boy found he liked the music and movement and before the evening was
over he was in a fair way to become a good dancer.
The party broke up promptly at eleven o'clock, and a few minutes later
the whir of the last motor bearing home the departing guests died away.
There was a natural lingering to "talk things over," but by twelve the
house was silent and dark.
Betty had just fairly dozed off when some one woke her by shaking
her gently.
"Betty! Betty, please wake up!" whispered a frightened little voice.
CHAPTER VIII
TOO MUCH PARTY
Betty shared a room with Bobby. The single beds were separated by a
table on which an electric drop light and the water pitcher and glasses
were placed.
Betty's first impulse was to snap on the light, but as she put out her
hand, Esther grasped her wrist.
"It's only me," she whispered, her teeth chattering with fright.
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