"
"When?" said Mandy simply.
"When?" echoed Cameron, taken aback. "Why, the first chance we get."
As he spoke the word they reached the new bridge that crossed the deep
ditch that separated the lane from the high road.
"Here's a good place right here on this bridge," said Mandy with a
giggle.
"But we have no music," stammered Cameron, aghast at the prospect of a
dancing lesson by moonlight upon the public highway.
"Oh, pshaw!" said Mandy. "We don't need music. You can just count. I
seen Isa showin' Mack once and they didn't have no music. But," she
added, regarding Cameron with suspicion, "if you don't want to--"
"Oh, I shall be glad to, but wouldn't the porch be better?" he replied
in desperation.
"The porch! That's so," assented Mandy eagerly. "Let's hurry before the
rest come home." So saying, she set off at a great pace, followed
by Cameron ruefully wondering to what extent the lesson in the
Terpsichorean art might be expected to go.
As soon as the porch was reached Mandy cried--
"Now let's at the thing. I'm going to learn that schottische if it costs
a leg."
Without stopping to enquire whose leg might be in peril, Cameron
proceeded with his lesson, and he had not gone through many paces till
he began to recognise the magnitude of the task laid upon him.
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