With a Moral?

It came to me suddenly that the girl was great. Well, "Great" was hardly the word. She was, well, let us say, "marvellous." It was a funny thing, but at 'Varsity dances one always managed to see a really wonderful girl, whilst at 'Varsity itself, they seemed to keep well out of sight. I sighed. She probably had a partner, so why try? I pondered over the unfairness of things for a while, and as still no partner appeared I plucked up courage and did the trick. I danced with her.

Achievement!

Well, all the good opinions I had formed about the girl were true—she was charming. Gee, this Fancy Press Dance was great.

"But why aren't you in Fancy Dress?" I asked, admiring her flimsy evening gown.

"I am," was her indignant reply.