"Well, sir, what do you think of me?" she demanded. "Have I changed
much?"

"Changed? Why, it's magic, Maggie! I left you a schoolgirl; you're a
woman now. And a wonder!"

"You think so?" She flushed with pride and pleasure, and a wildness of
spirit possessed her and demanded expression in action. She freed her
left hand and slipped it over Larry's shoulder. "Come on--let's two-
step."

"But, Maggie, I've forgotten."

"Come on!"

Instantly she was dragging him over the scanty floor space. But after
a moment he halted, protesting.

"These prison brogans were not intended by their builders for such
work. If you've got to dance, you'll have to work it out of your
system alone."

"All right!"

At once, in the midst of the dingy room, humming the music, she was
doing Carmen's dance--wild, provocative, alluring. It was not a
remarkable performance in any professionally technical sense; but it
had vivid personality; she was light, lithe, graceful, flashing with
color and spirits.