The music whirled them in dimness, in rivers of song, they floated, they bobbed, they sank down, they arose for air, they gasped, they clutched each other like drowning people and whirled on again, in fan motions, in whispers and sighs, to "Beautiful Ohio."

Cecy hummed. Ann"s lips parted and the music came out.

"Yes, I"m odd," said Cecy.

"You"re not the same," said Tom.

"No, not tonight."

"You"re not the Ann Leary I knew."

"No, not at all, at all," whispered Cecy, miles and miles away. "No, not at all," said the moved lips.

"I"ve the funniest feeling," said Tom.

"About what?"

"About you." He held her back and danced her and looked into her glowing face, watching for something. "Your eyes," he said, "I can"t figure it."

"Do you see me?" asked Cecy.

"Part of you"s here, Ann, and part of you"s not." Tom turned her carefully, his face uneasy.

"Yes."

"Why did you come with me?"

"I didn"t want to come," said Ann.

"Why, then?"

"Something made me."

"What?"

"I don"t know." Ann"s voice was faintly hysterical.

"Now, now, hush, hush," whispered Cecy. "Hush, that"s it. Around, around."