never danced before; and at the end, while Giovanni still applauded,
and before she had regained her breath, the child was panting,--

"I want to go and dance for the rich ladies, like Julietta used to
do, and wear her beautiful dresses, and have a wreath."

"Why not, then?" exclaimed the Italian eagerly. "Only you must never
say so to the woman above there or the boy: they will not allow it."

"Won't mammy and Teddy like it? Then I can't go. Oh, dear! Why won't
they like it, 'Varny?"

"Because they can't dance, and they don't want you to be different
from them; and they will be afraid you will tire yourself. They
don't know that it makes you well and happy to dance, and hear
music, as it does me to make it. They are not like us, these people
above there."

Cherry looked earnestly in his face, and her own suddenly flushed
while she replied indignantly,--

"They're real good, 'Varny; and I love them same as I do you and
Pantalon. Don't you love them?"

"Oh! but I adore them, picciola; and I like well that you should
place me and Pantalon beside them. But surely they do not dance, or
love music, as we do."

Cherry shut tight her lips, and shook her head with an uneasy
expression.