"Bob," the father shouted, "quit that foolishness and come down
here!" But the junior Wharton, his eyes fixed upon the stage,
merely danced the harder. When the exhibition ended he bowed, hand
in hand with Miss Demorest, then leaped nimbly over the footlights
and made his way toward Jarvis Hammon, nodding to the men as he
passed.

A moment later he sank into a chair near his father, saying:
"Well, dad, what d'you think of my educated legs? I learned that
at night school."

Wharton grumbled unintelligibly, but it was plain that he was not
entirely displeased at his son's prank.

"You were superb," said Merkle, warmly. "It's the best thing I
ever saw you do, Bob. You could almost make a living for yourself
at it."

The young man grinned, showing rows of firm, strong teeth.
Lorelei, who was watching him, decided that he must have at least
twice the usual number; yet it was a good mouth--a good, big,
generous mouth.

"Thanks for those glorious words of praise; that's more than we're
doing on the Street nowadays. Miss Demorest said we'd 'execute'
the dance, and we did. We certainly killed Senor Thomas W. Tango,
and I'll be shot at sunrise for stamping on Adoree's insteps. I
looked before I leaped, but I couldn't decide where to put my
feet. Whew! Got any grape-juice for a growing boy?" He helped