of the girl with auburn hair.
"She is a very remarkable dancer," he said at last, apologetically. "Do you know who she is?"
His partner had observed his interest with increasing disapproval, and she smiled triumphantly now at the chance that his question gave her.
"She is the seventh floor chambermaid," she said. "I," she added in a tone which marked the social superiority, "am a checker and marker."
"Really?" said Van Bibber, with a polite accent of proper awe.
He decided that he must see more of this Cinderella of the Hotel Salisbury; and dropping his partner by the side of the lady recitationist, he bowed his thanks and hurried to the gallery for a better view.
When he reached it he found his professional friends hanging over the railing, watching every movement which the girl made with an intense and unaffected interest.
"Have you noticed that girl with red hair?" he asked, as he pulled up a chair beside them.
But they only nodded and kept their eyes fastened on the opening in the