"What a splendid night we have had!" said Cameron, ignoring her wrath.
"And what awfully nice people."
Mandy grunted and in silence continued her way down the lane, picking
her steps between the muddy spots and pools left by the rain.
After some minutes Cameron, who was truly sorry for the girl, ventured
to resume the conversation.
"Didn't you enjoy the evening, Mandy?"
"No, I didn't!" she replied shortly. "I can't dance and they all know
it."
"Why don't you learn, Mandy? You could dance if you practised."
"I can't. I ain't like the other girls. I'm too clumsy."
"Not a bit of it," said Cameron. "I've watched you stepping about the
house and you are not a bit clumsy. If you only practised a bit you
would soon pick up the schottische."
"Oh, you're just saying that because you know I'm mad," said Mandy,
slightly mollified.
"Not at all. I firmly believe it. I saw you try a schottische to-night
with Perkins and--"
"Oh, shucks!" said Mandy. "He don't give me no show. He gets mad when I
tramp on him."
"All you want is practise, Mandy," replied Cameron.
"Oh, I ain't got no one to show me," said Mandy. "Perkins he won't be
bothered, and--and--there's no one else," she added shyly.
"Why, I--I would show you," replied Cameron, every instinct of
chivalry demanding that he should play up to her lead, "if I had any
opportunity.
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