First Aid to Cupid. B. M. Bower

The floor manager had just called out that it was «ladies' choice,» when the schoolma’am laid proprietary hand upon his cinnamon-brown coat sleeve, and led him into another corner, and announced that she was tired and wanted a nice long talk with him. Happy Jack sighed a bit and sat down obediently—and thereby walked straight into the loop which the schoolma'am had spread for his unwary feet.